Money Spread (feat. Kwazi & Grim)

I might step in Balenci, she rockin' Givenchy I might just pull up in that big body new Bentley Double cup my styrofoam, might f*ck up my kidney Roxy got my mind gone, she tryna do with me I'm rollin' up strong, this gas got me gone Like we from the stone age, she think that I'm evil She keep coming over, she burning out more sage I double my cup, I'm pouring it up, I'm sipping a whole lot of red If he tryna run up, we send that boy up. You know that's a whole lot of shreds You know that he cap, you know that he pussy, he hiding up under the bed Pop me a X, your bitch want the sex, she give me a whole lot of head I don't like to flex, I count up a check, my bread hit the money spread She said, "hit the money spread", play and I'll leave him dead woah I keep one in the head, put a bag on your head woah We popping these pills, re-running it up, I send my young on a hunt Distribute the sack, get straight to my niggas, go for it, we don't punt Three o'clock in the morning, we got your bitch, say, "she like having fun" Wake up at six, get straight to the bag, we gotta focus on the fund Anybody that can die tonight, call you Ricky when you run Call you Ricky when you run, 762 Draco, that's the gun The gun I might step in some Prada, my bitch hot like lava Drink wok like it's agua, get drugs across the border Get drugs from across the border, take a trip to Bora Bora Don't play with the gang, if you play I might have to torch ya I might have to torch ya, drive fast like it's Forza My bitch call me God, but when she call me I ignore her She say that I'm evil, my flow here is lethal Get high just like Eagle, hit for hit like Beatle