Soda (Demo) Ski Mask the Slump God (Ft. Cordae)

[Intro: Cordae]
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey), hold on, uh

[Chorus: Cordae]
I got a duffel bag full of cash, nigga, and I don't plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn't on shit, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain niggas that's for certain killas, but shit, handlin' business
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, I'll be damned if I ain't hittin'
I got a couple cuhs with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn't ever leave the crib
I said, "Fuck that shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live"
I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry

[Verse 1: Cordae]
And by any means that's necessary, designer jeans my hereditary
I fucked that ho like mid-May just to have a baby by February
Like, oh man, crazy as hell, this job only pay me a lil'
Wonder how a Mercedes'll feel? Daydreamin' ain't payin' a bill
Uh, watch how I fuck it up, get back
All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon' be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that
Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh (Hold on, uh)