$lay (feat. A$AP Ferg)

Yeah

Chasing

Chasing that bag, chasing that bag

Chasing, ooh

Hey, Lil' Fish

Woke up this morning, I had a ménage

Loaded the foreigns, I packed the garage

We do it big like we're back in the sky

Maybe I'll sell if I rap and I lie

Maybe I'll sell if I let **** write it

These **** swagger, jacking and they buying

This for my **** trapping out them Hondas

Tryna get designer, Gucci their attire

Walk in the building, it's quiet

I break a heart then I buy it

I'll probably get her a Birkin

I take that back, shit, I'm lying

I'm on the jet when I'm flying

I'm in the Bentley, I'm wheeling

I'm in the trench with my ****

And I know the feeling to see twenty million

Funny money **** counterfeit

I could tell you ain't been around this shit

Like a swiper when I got the black card

Eighty of them burners if I counterfeit

Seen the money and I know the sound of it

It go, that's a lot of it

Know that language, that money machine clicking

They been rap dissing, I ain't seen ****

Know O'Melly ready, I got Ping with us

And a seven on me, I got lean with us

Like that dirty, dirty, how I lean ****

And my wrist on subzero like freeze, ****

Finish them ****, yeah, I put an end to them ****

I'm on the roof with that scope

When I hit them lil' bitches like Remy, my ****

You save 'em, we slay 'em

Girl, I ball

Whip-whip, whip it

Me and your bitch in a Bentley

Making it rain when she stripping

Hold up an umbrella like Bentley

Fuck with a **** that's righteous

Call me Mister East Coast, I'm the tightest

I remember when bedbugs was biting

God bless me like a **** got sinus

Ooh, holy ghost, I'm a Baptist

Fucking them ratchets

Might get a Met Gala actress

Who give the top when I slap it

Feeling like DJ Khaled

She grinding on my dick, getting callous

Man I had to call this beat, I'm a savage

Meek Milly, track twenty on the atlas

Back in this bitch and you know we reloaded

Look at the credits and told you who wrote it

I had that bitch on my dick and she rode it

And she wouldn't speak to you ****, you know it

I'm out in Cali, I'm looking for Chloe

Kylie or Courtney or maybe a Kendall

Finesse with that swagger

You know I'ma swindle you ****

Don't get in the shit that I'm into

Shit that I'm 'bout to say probably offend you

You acting rowdy like Bobby was with you

You only talk when that molly up in you

Man, you'll figure out when that Tommy'll hit you

Got bad bitches in the A

Down in MIA, talking in the Bay

When I'm in the west, we ain't giving fakes

'Cause I got the cake, Draco with the laser on it

Woo, I hit her page, I'm on it

Woo, I like her pictures for warning

Woo, DM that bitch for the kill

Ooh, she answer back, I'ma swarm it

Ooh, probably I'll be in Florida

I put your bitch in that cool water

Say I remind her of 2Pac

Thirty-two shots in my ooh-wop

She fuck me good, get a new Benz

She keep it tricking a new shot

Went to Miami on Monday

By Tuesday I heard that them dudes shot

I do not know about situations

'Cause I never ever talk to cops

I will not speak if you made a statement

'Cause I know the do's and the do's not

You save 'em, we slay 'em

Girl, I ball, ball, ball, ball, ball

Look at the ride, it's filthy

Look at that shit, man

Earlier I just was standing there

Looking at this shit

Like goddamn

There's really a Wraith, a Bentley, a Bentley

A Maybach, and a bullet-proof car

This is the shit I really be on

You know what I'm saying?

This the life

I'm really, I be around like

This is, this is real shit

Like, goddamn

Really watched this **** come from nothing

And get this shit like

For real