DaeMoney
Blow Money
[Intro: DaeMoney]
Yeah (Crackhouse)
Mafia (Spencer)
Crackhouse (Who the hell is Carlo?)
Yeah, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
The Benz coke colored, your whole family dope smuggling
N***as show money, that ain't yo money, you don't blow money
She gave me sloppy top, give her sumn long like 400
Wide-body cat, smash the gas and watch the floor rumble
I'm good from the six to the [?]
Gallery the joggers in Atlanta, just a couple K
Keep the Doc away so I sip me like a cup a day
Run through rap money, used to run through 50 cups a day

[Verse 2: WTM Solid]
Dirty ass n***a scared of bitches, make 'em run away
It'll be a lot of closed caskets, you think 'bout touching game
Where was y'all? I was fucked scraping change, tryna make a way
Used to hoe me, now you on dick, bitch get out my face
N***as better clear this bitch out quick, I'm coming down the lane
Them is not my opps, n***as see me, look the other way
Yeah, I still be stuffing racks inside my shoe box, n***a fuck the bank
Remember back when I punched a n***a out his jewelry, all that shit was fake
I know I got a money fetish, I chase that shit like everyday
Lil n***a play around one time, we flip that bitch from every way
They get you in that one room, you gon' sing like Mary J
No Rizzy ride with FN's, he shoot good like Devin [?]
[Verse 3: WTM Milt]
Damn n***as fucking up they daddy money
She ain't want me back then now she say she ready for me
If we can't find that n***a, do his little brother like he Sonny
I got one inside in my pocket, teachers said I was a dummy
I put dick all in her tummy, pouring pints at The Vault
Man these n***as kill me, acting like they never took a loss
When they locked my brother up, I felt like that shit was my fault
I don't shop at malls but if I do ain't worried about the cost
How you make it all the way and fold up like [?]
Man it's time to hit the [?] I'm at the [?] gettin' off
I pour lean for no reason, I ain't gotta have no cough
Man I had to shove my mans, he got lost up in the sauce
You know it's Slam-A-Slut Records, I'm fucking on her cousin
U can't find another Rafa, bitch, you a dime a dozen
I do you ass like [?], bitch, play with my brothers
She give me head whenever I want, she prolly gotta concussion
Was at the white way had my turn like Pluto at the dungeon
I got needles on me like I'm a motherfucking junkie
Where the fuck was you when we was on [?] thuggin'?
You ever had a pop that taste good but it's disgusting?