[Chorus: Money Man & Quin NFN]
Let's go
Fuckin' with the scammers we 'gon make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' with the circle we 'gon put your partner on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trap-ish I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' with the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play
Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smush'd another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Bullet proof Durango truck inside the hood, don't shoot at me
My young thug, he a gunna to the opps, but he still pushin' P's
Bitch quit tryna act you ain't fuck and let that pussy breathe
Sold that hoe somе cookie smoke, she gavе up her cookie tree
We ain't tryna cook a key, my bro rich off the trees only
Fucked up we ain't givin' fronts, you still ain't sold that weed smoky
Make that shit athletic like recess, he tried to swing on me
Bitches balance must be off the way they tryna lean on me
Lost so much designer I fuck around and still bring some Yeezys out
She told me to leave it in back then they tried to leave me out
Did some dirt inside the street, some niggas tryna see me bout
We can do some punchin' but right after I'm a squeeze it out
I'm on my way to a payment still can't relate to a statement
Lil Quincho came from the pavement these niggas got me mistaken
My youngin' slide with the quickness
To shock a nigga like Raiden
I'm stackin', trackin' my bacon
These different foreigns what I'm racin'
Let's go
Fuckin' with the scammers we 'gon make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' with the circle we 'gon put your partner on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trap-ish I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' with the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play
Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smush'd another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway
[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Bullet proof Durango truck inside the hood, don't shoot at me
My young thug, he a gunna to the opps, but he still pushin' P's
Bitch quit tryna act you ain't fuck and let that pussy breathe
Sold that hoe somе cookie smoke, she gavе up her cookie tree
We ain't tryna cook a key, my bro rich off the trees only
Fucked up we ain't givin' fronts, you still ain't sold that weed smoky
Make that shit athletic like recess, he tried to swing on me
Bitches balance must be off the way they tryna lean on me
Lost so much designer I fuck around and still bring some Yeezys out
She told me to leave it in back then they tried to leave me out
Did some dirt inside the street, some niggas tryna see me bout
We can do some punchin' but right after I'm a squeeze it out
I'm on my way to a payment still can't relate to a statement
Lil Quincho came from the pavement these niggas got me mistaken
My youngin' slide with the quickness
To shock a nigga like Raiden
I'm stackin', trackin' my bacon
These different foreigns what I'm racin'
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