Money Team

[Chorus: Slawda] I can't fuck with you broke niggas, cause I'm not your type Racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice VIP we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?] Fake niggas they counterfit, I think them actors need an oscar I'm making pay, [?] I think I'm in the game I'm bout them riches, I'm addicted to the cash, nigga fuck the fame I fuck with quarters, I ain't talking bout no slot machine [?] and QC label, nigga we on the money team [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] [?] Stand in the trap with the J's I run with the K [?] Whippin the work with the [?] QC the label got plenty of money, I pull up, they taking them pics And my neck is a waterfall I came from the bottom, was stashing the work in the wal They wanna be like me [?] [?] I pull out that Rari, my wrist is on froze Young nigga got gass like Quicktrip Got a verse for a brick, that's a quick flip Pull off with your bitch, look at the rocks in my wrist The diamonds they dancing [?] I went to sleep in the trap with the Huncho Walk around with a whole lotta hundreds [?] pull up with a K like Rambo Flippin narcotics like [?] I got the dope in a bundle Rich nigga walk around with real diamonds You wifing that bitch, she pull up [?] Rich! [Chorus: Slawda] I can't fuck with you broke niggas, cause I'm not your type Racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice VIP we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?] Fake niggas they counterfit, I think them actors need an oscar I'm making pay, [?] I think I'm in the game I'm bout them riches, I'm addicted to the cash, nigga fuck the fame I fuck with quarters, I ain't talking bout no slot machine [?] and QC label, nigga we on the money team [Verse 2: Slawda] I'm dreaming bout money, thinking [?] Look in my eyes, you see nothing but Benjamans I'm rolling up grams and backwoods, shout out [?] Finessing and flexing [?] [?] [?] extinding my clip [?] that drip Ice on my neck, and it drip on the couch [?] ain't talking bout [?] Geeking off [?] [?] my nigga we lounging All of my bitches astounding, came from the hood, the way that they feel me [?] [?] [?] You a fake, you a foney [?] shining all on me [?] running a check up [?] got me feeling like [?] I went from the rags to riches [?] [?] [Chorus: Slawda] I can't fuck with you broke niggas, cause I'm not your type Racks like a pool table, my wrist and chain flooded with ice VIP we on them couches, toasting up to rich [?] Fake niggas they counterfit, I think them actors need an oscar I'm making pay, [?] I think I'm in the game I'm bout them riches, I'm addicted to the cash, nigga fuck the fame I fuck with quarters, I ain't talking bout no slot machine [?] and QC label, nigga we on the money team