Money Team Lil Yachty

[Intro]
Yeah
Sailing team, money team, same thing
Fuck all you old niggas hatin'
Fuck all you young niggas bitin' (Slavery)
Nigga, we really runnin' this shit
We the youngest niggas flexin', y'all see us
Y'all know what's up, let's get it

[Verse]
To every old nigga sleepin', bitch, it's time to wake up
Shoot out the roof, this shits a stick up, stay inside, no steak out
I might cop a lake house and put diamonds in the doorbell
That old rock that as a [?], y'all go run and go tell
Always ready, hands up first if you ain't got my fetti
Stay with Vercetti, that's my brother, we shit on 'em daily
When this beat drop, they gon' run this shit back, Champ Bailey
I'm rich as hell, I see why she wanna have my baby
Bitch, I rep the-
Money team, money team, money team, money team
(Grr, graa, graa, graa)
Money team, sailing team, same shit for sure though
(Du-du-du-du-du)
Yokohamas out the floor though, ghost ride for the four-doors
(Skirt, skirt-skirt-skirt)
She get loose off the Four Loko (Yeah)
Oh my God, she's so trashed (Bitch)
If your mama seen you right now, bet she'd whip on your ass (Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat)
Diamonds shine inside my mouth like I'ma wash it with glass (Ha)
My new whip on Sarah Palin, oh God, I'm a jack-ass (Wow)
Oh God, you a wack-ass (Bitch)
Just copped my moms a new Rollie, face same color as grass (Real)
These niggas hatin' on lil' Boat because I show my whole ass (Yeah)
I'm young as fuck with no class (No)
I count a hundred, guess who fund it? Nigga, not your poor-ass
These niggas lyin' in their raps, you fairy-tellin' folk-ass
Bitch, you not that pretty in real life, all my niggas done gassed