[Intro]
Oo shit, that's a Danny G beat

[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
It's a new day
Let me count a dollar
Confidence high, I feel like I can hit Rihanna
I ain’t new to chasing money, I've been out there I done hit the bottles
We the type to crack a new pint, let me hit the bottle
Okay, we the type to crack a new pint, let me hit the bottle
Behind the steering wheel, doing a hundred, tryna change the throttle
Treat a bad bitch like dog shit, I change a model

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
N***as'll nevеr have shit, they broke hard
You gotta look mе in my eyes when you talking, I don't want Cartis
Bitch, I'm getting real money, I don't go to parties
Club been open for two hours, when you walked in, the show started
I was tryna eat the bitch pussy, and the ho farted
Then I put the bitch out the crib, now the ho walking
Why you keep taking pictures of the pop? You don't po’ 4’s on it?
When it’s war, I'm jumping out with sticks, I ain't do no talking
Shoot first, ask questions later
Two perks in a fresh eighter
Call the plug, I'm tryna buy one of them things shaped like rectangles
Why you shooting in the air? You tryna kill an angel?
I just poured some straight drop in a Gatorade
Mike walked out the room, and I ate his plate
Stop looking at me like that, for I break your face
Lean got me with a beer belly let me check my weight
Tied a bitch up, then we fucked, that's a sex tape
Dawg took an hour for his verse, that's his best eight
He like it's too much lean in that pop, I'm like it's just eight
Bobblehead bitch suck so much dick, she need a neck brace
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
Perk 30, call them now or laters
I think you should do a six, I can't do an eighter
I do not approve the content, wish I could sue a hater
Still got some pussy on the floor, but I'ma do her later
How much you want for a verse?
Why? Is you a payer?
Ayy Ri let’s hit the booth tonight do a seven dayer
Was finna traid my Roley
Was finna traid my Roley in for something else, but I'ma do it later
Poured the pop damn near out, tryna taste the flavor
Poured another one on top of ten eleven grader
I ain't here to help you when it's cold, Monclair maker
I can't even break a bud of this this a air changer
Worn down keeping up with me pure stair chaser
Hoes want Off White too, the shoe lacer
I be doing this by myself, but looking too taylored
I still pull up and buy weed, off Taylor