DaeMoney, Babyface Ray - World Touring..Still Pouring lyrics

(It's Rawbone, you need cash only)
Sipping good, smoking good, nigga (Project X)
You know? Yeah, World Tour Mafia

I'm riding low
Car fast but it's driving slow (yeah)
Get money, play the rules, you know how it go
(You know it)
I'm young as hell but been through it
All the highs and lows (Phew)
I seen my main homies fall off like dominoes
(I swear)
Money call then I'm quick, shit, I gotta go
(Beep)
New season Dior kicks, these ain't Prada lows
I'm iced up, presi' on like Obama home
(You see it) i know some niggas still
Trapping off Obama phones
I get it in for real, I ain't kinda on
(Right now)
She like real niggas, I'm the kind she chose
(yeah) i'm good in the clutch
They think Chauncey on
Let a nigga try Slae then
Thеy pouncing on 'em (Brrrat)
Bitch, I'm World Tour
I done been a lot of places (World Tour)
18, coming back homе, counting up them faces
(On my momma) i knew I was that nigga
Sleeping in my granny basement (On my momma)
I'm sipping purple
Fell in love with that fanty flavor (yeah)
They thought I couldn't do it
I blew past the haters (Phew)
I get it on my own
I done got past the favors (O oh)
42 for the hoes, I'on give 'em chasers
(C'mon) i'm like Chip Skylark
I just let 'em chase me i had hard times
I ain't never let 'em break me
I put a Perc in yo' ho'
Now I'm finna break herb (yeah)
Philly cheese in my pocket
I ain't talking waiters (Nah)
I'm SlaeMoney, nigga
You know I'd never date her
(SlaeMoney you did this one)

World Tour, still pouring
Nigga, I don't ride dick, actually
I be riding foreign (Facts)
Messy ass bitch, sloppy top, keep it neat
Chores hopped out, running from them boys
Feel like Forest
I ain't taking no advice from no nigga
I won't trade places with
Let 'em tell it, man, everybody pissed
(Everybody)
On the 'gram, man, everybody rich (Everybody)
Fly nigga, keep a stick with me
Harry Potter shit (M-m-m)
Hear 'em sneak dissing, don't acknowledge it
(Mmm mmm) catch his ass in real life
"What the problem is?" (yeah nigga)
Stepping, I feel like I'm Kollege Kidd (yeah)
Shorty left a puddle on the bed (Bitch)
Ha, baby got a waterpark, I'ma dive (Dive)
Cuz trouble, all he talk is homicide (No cap)
Quit with all that talking
You gonna kill the vibe (Nigga)
Say she wanna fuck, gang, I threw the lob
Put it off the backboard
First advance I got I ain't
Have to rap for it (Real)
Always on me, I hope you got yours
(Got yours)
Everything I spit facts, no hat, boy
I got LV patches on my hat, boy
Fortune 500 for my neighbors, lil' black boy
(Flex) they keep on asking questions
What a nigga do? (Hmm?)
Make something out of nothing
Boy I'm living proof (Real)
Ayy, put some bitches on me
I could make 'em poof
(I got you) , disappear
That exhaust pipe, fa, when you hit the gear
(Fa)
I get brown paper bag money, fuck a beer
(Fuck this shit)