Casino ILL BILL (Ft. Ransom & Tragedy Khadafi)

[Intro - Casino: Nicky, Tony]
Oh, Nicky, I thought you was layin'
Layin'? No, no, I'm taking it. I was takin' it
You sure?
I'm positive
Well, I'm a little confused here
You're a little confused?
Yeah
Maybe if I stick your fuckin' face through this window over here, you know, you'll - you'll get unconfused. Give me the fuckin' money
I'm sorry, Nicky. I didn't mean anything by it
Yeah, I know, that's why you had it ready. You thought I was fuckin' layin' it?
My fuckin' head
Your fuckin' head, huh? (Smarten up) Don't fuck around, Tony

[VERSE 1: ILL BILL]
Fuck a yacht club, we Bored Apes with shotguns
Collect 'em all, we paint your fucking walls ox blood
Diversified from play-to-earn NFT games to weed strains
Let me get your Metamask seed phrase
Y'all wavy in gravy, I'm in delirium
Currency encrypted to 50x my Ethereum
Fuck it, a hundred X's on every investment, only the best shit, that futuristical next shit
Not only hustle hard but we hustle smart
Rustle Basquiat, yeah motherfucker I hustle art
Dead fellas locked up in my ledger wallet
Mr Diamond Hands, throw away the key, forget about it
The flow of the alpha be numerical, the low-low Impala be convertible
The way the dough pile up be vertical, be careful though
For gold ropes and diamonds they will murder you