Baby Money, Tay B - Cheat Code lyrics

(Coach me, Joey) yeah
(CardoGotWingz) all facts, lil' nigga, huh
Easy money (Joey) look, ayy

Yeah, met the bitch tonight
I can hit tonight so many blues
Got me feelin' like a Crip tonight
Used to be grade twenties, yeah
That's kryptonite you in the club with no
Ice tryna pick a fight
We in that bitch throwing ones
Like it's wedding rice
Send yo bitch overnight, better pick a flight

Ayy, ayy, Tay, let me get the Benz
Switch whips tonight
Red bottoms on the beach
We just livin' life
Rose gold or white gold, I can switch the ice
Glock 23 on me, I'm shootin' like Mike

Yeah, huh, I'm off an eight
I'm feelin' like Kobe
Yeah, dub in my pocket
Feelin' like Ginóbili other pocket
'nother dub like this shit cloning
Yeah, work good, got the fiends foamin'

Yeah, ayy, you got that work? Lil' nigga
Show me skinny AP, it look like a Rollie
Twenty 'bows from AZ, I feel like an OG
Been in the club since thirteen
All the homies know me

Yeah, man, slim thick bitch
Ass still pokin'
Yeah, lil' yellow bitch lookin'
Like a trophy
Talkin' 'bout me to her friends
Like this bitch know me
Won't comprehend if it ain't bands, nigga
Don't approach me
If you ain't come up with me, nigga
Don't bro me

The bag gone, lil' nigga, the plug owe me
Whew, this double-R gave me the holy ghost
Got addicted to designer, damn near overdosed
Ridin' 'round with Dracos like we OVO
Fell in love with pesos, we got more to go

Yeah, fell in love with blues like I'm JAY-Z
Huh, I don't step out if they don't pay me
When I'm talkin' 'bout that Benz
It's a 63 when they talkin' 'bout GOATs
They gon' mention me
Yeah, suck my dick while I sip this three
Huh, lil' nigga, your 'fit my tee
Yeah, it's some real niggas that
Don't play 'bout me when I was thirteen
I fucked a bitch on C'est La Vie

Ayy, I paid thirteen in Saint Laurent
It's not Y-3
Know some niggas ride with four-fours
That die 'bout me
I know some niggas play with coco
They not Ice T
Bro, stop steppin' on that work like that

Huh, you know I do it right
I seen a lot of fiends OD you know the feds
They'll charge you with each body
We hit the store, made ten off each ID
I ain't never thought we would
Be countin' this much money

Ayy, I wipe my ass with the twenties, bitch
I piss hundreds
Told that bitch kiss my dick
I don't kiss runners
Amiri scarf around my head
Cost me six hundred
Know a nigga can't stand it
When his bitch fuckin'
Ayy, them niggas talk work
We got work, lost work, we bought work
Huh, before I walked, I had to crawl first
Yeah, get y'all all murked
Huh, all facts, lil' nigga easy money