Money Party lyrics

[Intro:]
(SLAJIDI, turn me up!)

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I ain't blinded, I don't know how this b*tch came and found me, I ain't find her
I let her ride front seat, I ain't had her
She got the ass, she did it again, now it's wider
Livin this rap, story that I got probably bigger than that
sh*t, the sh*t that I done been through, that's deeper than that
She push a baby out the pus*y, how deep is the cat?
Okay, you say you gettin money, how deep is your racks?
How deep is your pockets?

[Verse 2: MoneyBoyMarkk]
These n*ggas think they gettin paid, tell them n*ggas stop it
I'm in Houston hearin stories, I probably got my rocks
She sayin stars, she the type to f*ck the whole party
I put the beam on a child to practice on my target
We can't get our boy a pass like that n*gga Targ
b*tch, I'm taxin for the side and I can't bargain
We don't give a f*ck how these n*ggas feel
By any means, we gon touch a meal
Right color nuns, diamonds in my grill
I will not stop till I got a deal
n*ggas stay shippin, got it back and still
[Verse 3: YN Jay & Louie Ray]
n*gga die from dinner, not eatin n*gga gotta steal
n*ggas show me some fake sh*t. Like this can't be real
Black chubby n*gga off juice like this can't be still
I know a n*gga hungry for the perks he just ate the pill
I don't play football no more but I be in the field
I got flawless diamonds in my mouth you can see the grill
I'm a grown man now remember I was a little kid
I don't want a full slab I just want the little ribs
I want an AJ, want an A-10, okay
I want an AJ, want an A
I need to know what's goin on, shootin on, pop a pill, ayy
I'm hittin big sh*t, you couldn't cop a field
You say you buy balls, but we growin, you can cop a field, ayy
Drill kit heavy, like a lot of steel
I buy what I want, I don't gotta steal

[Verse 4: MoneyBoyMarkk]
Ice around my neck, get a b*tch chills
Bonnie on his head and get them b*tches killed
Yeah, then I feel you catchin bullets like you Kenny Stills
Hell, Pat or the scat when we do the drill
f*ckin hoes and doin shots, b*tch, my life lit
I just wanna be a man with the Johnny Dang for the ice king
Amiri's off the off-white, that's a light fit
n*ggas sayin that it's in them, I don't think it is
[Verse 5: YN Jay]
Damn, I got two b*tches lookin like them, I think they twins
Cross your head with the metal, these ain't pots and pans
Somebody pulled up playin Perk 30, damn, I gotta dance