daddy warbucks freestyle lyrics

[Chorus]
Let's go, this that sh*t you get that money to (You did good, $lick)
Yeah, yeah, aight, yeah (It's a Smash)
This that sh*t you get that money to
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Told that b*tch I don't need her
Ho wanna talk about feelings, well, I'm feeling myself, yeah
Terrorist up in the SRT, I'm giving them hell, yeah
I been codeine crazy, splitting Xans with hoes, yeah
It's been f*ck you, pay me, even my manners gone, oh

[Post-Chorus]
This that sh*t you get that money to, yeah
This that sh*t you get that money to, yeah
This that sh*t you get that money to, aight
This that sh*t you get that money to, yeah

[Verse]
Chrome hеarts for the stigma, I taper the rick up, yеah
Ruger up in my hoodie, Balenci' won't zip up, yeah
Repping that double-R C, Russian roulette click, yeah
Hiding her face from the camera, been f*cking her lips up, yeah
SVJ or Wraith, I wake up and pick one
Bad b*tch, white owl grape, I wake up and split one
Gassin' up the gang, get up and go get some
Put a average on my side, she turn to a ten, huh? Ayy
Nothing to get my racks up, they looking for backup, yeah
Walls looking like some dirty teeth, they gettin' all plaqued up, yeah
TRX 4x4 sittin' up like a Mack truck
They know I'm a killer, it's cool, I don't have to act tough
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, aight
If money the root of all evil, might as well call me a demon
This ho gotta pay me to f*ck, future millionaires in my semen
Eight figures for the swag, closet-looking like Neiman's
f*ck 'em, I'm settin' a boundary, still got a chip on my shoulder
I see that he barely breathing, I still gotta f*ck him over
Gronk spiking my soda, in the field with the crash outs
3s hanging like a floater, yeah, I can show you how to cash out
Pretty b*tch with a bad mouth, they ain't haters, they parasites
Turn his life to a memory, couldn't even fill up a megabyte
Thick b*tch with some coochie cutters, di*k get hard from the cellulite
Plenty days I been wrong, but every day my money right
[Chorus]
This that sh*t you get that money to
Yeah, yeah, aight, yeah
This that sh*t you get that money to
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Told that b*tch I don't need her
Ho wanna talk about feelings, well, I'm feeling myself, yeah
Terrorist up in the SRT, I'm giving them hell, yeah
I been codeine crazy, splitting Xans with hoes, yeah
It's been f*ck you, pay me, even my manners gone, oh
Even my manners gone
Even my manners gone

[Post-Chorus]
This that sh*t you get that money to, yeah
This that sh*t you get that money to, yeah
This that sh*t you get that money to, aight
This that sh*t you get that money to, yeah