Riley Reid Money

Hey, voice fucked up right now
Me and my niggas, we pull up
Ain't no motherfuckin' pipe down
Yeah, ayy
Only real nigga know about $EVEN
Tell that lil' thotty to shake some
Nigga, we know that you broke and you can't get no money
I tell him to make some
Feelin' like Hannibal, gun is a cannibal

Me and my niggas scream red rum
I'm fuckin' with shorty, I'm likin' the vibe
She call up her friend, it's a threesome
Lookin' around, up for lil shawty

I call that shit one piece
Only get one night, baby, yeah, you know
I been rollin hella hard, baby, off the dope
Tell that bitch to give me slop, slop, you gotta go

Askin' for my new info and blowin' up my phone
Up in the studio all night, lil' baby, I been in my zone
Tell that shorty I don't want no head, I wanna bone
Since I was like three, my nigga, I been on my own

Tryna talk to me, I can't hear you like Morse code
Yeah, ay Morse code
Pull up on a nigga, chop, I let it blow
Stick on me, I stay sticked up Pinocchio

Baby, what you know? Baby, what you seen
I was runnin' Freddy Krueger, you were up, up in my dreams
Said he talk a lot this chopper, finna face him with a beam
You a pussy, boy, I seen some shit that you ain't never seen

Beat the fuck up out my pockets, I got knots up in my jeans
Bitch, I'm coolin', rollin' down the highway, smokin' on some green
Go back to the future, I'ma need a new little time machine
And we suited up, I knock on his door, yea no Halloween

Yea no Halloween, baby, you know me
Baby, I know you, stick up to the green
I stay clean like Mr. Clean, face em with a beam
Tell that lil' thotty to shake some

Nigga, we know that you broke and you can't get no money
I tell him to make some
Feelin' like Hannibal, gun is a cannibal
Me and my niggas scream red rum

I'm fuckin' with shorty, I'm likin' her vibe
She call up her friend, it's a threesome
Lookin' around, up for lil' shorty
I call that shit one piece

Only get one night, baby, yeah, you know
I've been runnin' hella hard, baby, off the dough
Tell that bitch to give me slop, slop, you gotta go
Askin' for my new info, I'm blowin' up my phone

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy



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Writer(s): Lul Shawty
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