[Intro]
Joey? Joey chewin' through shit
Hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn-hrn, hrn-hrn-hrn (Ayy)
N***a, Joey chewin' through– (Ayy)
Joey is chewin' through, hrn-hrn-hrn
He chewin' through shit
(Kirk on the beat)
You believe in God, believe in TDEast, n***a

[Refrain]
Take-take-take (Take money)
Ayy
I said, I take-take-take (Take money)
I said, I–

[Verse 1]
It's about time, n***a, goddamn (Take money), almost got sick of waitin'
Like a bad doctor, n***a, I ain't got a lot of patience
Y'all n***as back on the clock (Take money)
And anything past twenty-four hours is a shot clock violation
What's the current situation? N***as just clickbaitin'
How predictable, this the angle I was anticipating
And thank you for making it clear to me that Dot scared, but yeah
I was at the party, but I also saw Top there
In fact, we was talkin' bout the same very plot here
Y'all n***as goin' out sad 'cause I'm the one on top tier
He said, "Hey, Joey, I got this artist named Ray Vaughn" (Uh-huh)
"And I'd appreciate if you would really help me put him on"
I said, "Okay, Top, but you know it's gon' cost you"
You know I really want the one who elevated your roster
I'm on these n***as' headtop, rise to the top like dreadlocks
Joey got the whole rap game in a headlock
I'm lettin' off headshots (Take money)
I seen this whole shit from afar, the way I red-dot
N***as can't walk on these shoes, though, they dead stock (Take money)
Lately been enjoying the perks, but I don't med pop
I pop out and show n***as how they ho n***as (Take money)
Simultaneously aiming at least four n***as
How many more n***as is it really gonna take to drop him? (Take money)
They need 101 Dalmatians just to spot 'em and got 'em
My lyrical Drac' makin' 'em beat box
I won't hesitate, but these n***as still won't drop like Detox
Matter of fact, I think they forgot the last time I destroyed an average rapper who tried to take a cheap shot (Bloaw)
Now they reminiscing over you like Pete Rock
I ride through the city in that GL Smooth and Maybach
So you know I came to do what it do
'Cause we rapping over yappin', n***a, joke's on you, ayy
[Chorus]
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you n***as, but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, n***a, you a crash dummy, ayy
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you n***as, but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, n***a, you a crash dummy

[Verse 2]
Anywho, ask myself, “What would Kenny do?”
Any day of the week, I take on at least ten of you
You thought you got dirt on me because I buried you
Y’all n***as is hysterical (Haha)
Ain't no coming back from this, you need a miracle
Joey just spun again, how could it be?
It's like he knew it was comin’, the future, what he foresee?
Have you ever thought TDE was working for me?
How the fuck am I your OG? You older than me
This ain't a fair fight, it’s a fucking slaughter
Why you keep bringing up pregnant women, don't you got a daughter?
You really need to get your affairs in order
Last time I checked, your label exec’s was in hot water
The Diddy house angle is terrible, you makin’ it way too easy for me, we ain’t comparable
When I'm done with you, Top won't let you drop like Karrahbooo
Guaranteed this the last time we ever hear from you
[Chorus]
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, steady take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you n***as, but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, n***a, you a crash dummy, ayy
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, start to take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you n***as, but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, n***a, you a crash dummy

[Verse 3]
Time to show the world who I am, I’ve been a man
I'm loaded up, my clip on jam, might spin again
I'm taking all the shots, they say I opened up Pandora's Box
I'm breakin’ all the locks and all the gates they tryna key
Barkin’ over, know I got faith in God that I had to reach
Keep thinkin’ shit sweet, when it come to beef, let my teeth sink
Kickin’ up dust because my n***as really street-street
N***as better rethink, I don't throw subs, I throw torpedoes that heat-seek
Through your fleece when I speak my piece
I beat the beast strictly off instinct
All the speculation is lame, I tell it plain
I ain't gotta drop a n***a name just for him to feel the flame
Do this for the love of the game, you think it's for the fame
N***as swervin’ in my lane, I’ll take them on a scenic route
I'ma stand on every bar, I promise I won't bleep ‘em out (That's right)
It’s demons inside my soul, family who wanna bring ‘em out
Keep my wife’s name out your mouth ‘fore you get Chris Rock’d
We ain't duckin' smoke, that's out, bitch, this is hip-hop
All I need is a microphone and a disc jock, and I'ma make this shit pop
Let my dick rock ’til my dick pop, I do this shit for Big Pop and Pop Smoke
How many more New York n***as gotta die on y’all Coast?
And still we got mad love
If y'all n***as mad ‘cause I'm putting it on for my section, I should be mad
You n***as never ask yourself that question, pardon me for my aggression
I know that's a tough pill to swallow, I give you time just to digest it, uh
Just get back and I hope you know
Keep on rackin’ ‘em with the flow, now kick back and enjoy the show
[Chorus]
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, start to take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you n***as, but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, n***a, you a crash dummy, ayy
Scared money don't make no money
I could never go broke, start to take your money, ayy
I could Evidence you n***as, but ain't shit funny
You ain't a crash-out, n***a, you a crash dummy

[Refrain]
Take-take-take (Take money) (Make no money)
Ayy, take-take-take
I said, “I take-take-take” (Take money)
I said I–, hmm, hmm, hmm, what?
Take-take (Take money)
Ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (You don't make no money)
Take-take (Take money)
Hmm, ayy, woo (Ha-ha)

[Outro]
Yeah, y’all n***as know what time it is, man
Come to TDEast, n***a
You believe in God? Believe in TDEast, n***a
Huh, woo, ayy
Ayy-ayy, what?
Ayy-ayy, what?
Get Top on the phone, yeah
What, ayy, hey, hey (Take-take-take-take-take money)
(Kirk on the beat)
Gather ‘round
We are gathered here today to say goodbye to a good dog, gone ray too soon
Yep, bark on, bark on
In loving memory, we pray
Rest in peace, my dog