Money Games (feat. Drego & Lil Beno)

That package just came in, bitch, come get that load

All I like is boujee hoes

Show up with some money off that raw, this a sushi roll

Patch this up, my ****, this a give-and-go

Told my **** Bens, "Hit the store, I got some drank to pour"

Lil' bitch with me is savage, her and her best friend are classy

Make a brick, come back like magic

Mix the shit, that's automatic

Y'all stick, that's automatic

Hope **** got W-2's, I'm taxin'

I take it out the water, then I fan it

Swear the shit look tannish

Hit my shit, rewrap it

Bad bitch like Janet, and I'm ridin' round with Nick Cannon

Might let her stuff the package if the lil' bitch don't panic

Man, she show us that New York dream

Taught that lil' bitch 'bout D

Fuck no, you can't sit with me

I don't want no head for free

Baby, I'll pay the fee, I told her it's the basic things

****, I'm posted in the muhfuckin' Red Zone

Put a whole bag on your head like some headphones

Sippin' on this Qualiten's, purple gettin' the red gone

Told Brody, "Give me somethin' I can dance on"

Took the lil' bitch on 7 Mile to get some egg rolls

I ain't gotta call nobody, bitch, I'm hands-on

Brand new chopper with the drum and the legs on

I can't even lie, this money got my head gone

LBJ, at least you got the witness

My shooters, they ain't missin', it's just so terrific

We ain't gon' raise the K, this shit look suspicious

She look like Lisa Herrera, ass look like Delishis

I swear I feel like Mike Jack' with this Thriller

I swear I'll be right back with your chicken

They said they like extras, they said it's different

We heard you got it in, so we gotta get you

Had them boys take that like they run with Diddy

I swear I shoot them bitches in your city

I swear I got clout down in Mississippi

I'm doin' all my shows, and I'm signin' titties

All these ups and downs, that shit is wicked

What me and your bitch doin', boy, that's not your business

Me and you, that's a big difference

Don't up that light shit, boy, that's not no chicken

Man, she show us that Inglewood

Got the box stick under the hood

I just pulled up in the hood

Wish a pussy **** would

My bitch look just like Meagan Good

And that lil' bitch smokin' good

****, I'm posted with the muhfuckin' money train

Come and get you and your dawg, y'all playin' money games

Called my **** Drego and Lil Beno 'cause they runnin' things

I was confused, the plug text me, said a hunnid things

Ay, my bitch called me up, I was runnin' game

My baby showed me some shit, yeah, I had to switch his name

To Long Money Dame

'Bout to fuck up the game

Walk inside the club, all blue sleeves, I ain't got no chain

I'm mixin' drank with champagne

She like, "Ain't you Beno?" Bitch, don't say my name

I put two stuffers on the roll, and I catch the plane

I got a car in the AM, I just caught the drank

I be playin' with that raw, I done caught a drain

Twenty-four hour ride, I done caught the train

I think I heard a strange knock, flushed it down the drain

This back before the M-M-P, sing like Donnie Ray