Let's Forget New Memories

Yeah Aye, Draeco you got one more? (Yeah) Can you believe it? We finally made it right outta the town that we grew up in, yea it was decent I'm curious how niggas look at me now that I'm out of my own, is you peepin' I try to keep up with my socials, but niggas police Book a flight out the country, cause my money up so let's go take a trip to Belize I'm moving swift, not like Taylor, like my nigga Speed We move like the mob, yeah we deep See us up top, I'm the king Look down on the hill, I feel like it's starts to get steep Kinda like the weight on my shoulders, I don't have to carry, I drop it down to my feet So I can pick you up, I won't leave you on your own, I promise you stickin' with me But if you ain't tryna come with a nigga, I'll go head and leave Promise to keep it a buck with me, you see headlights and I'm pickin' up speed So get off the side of the So get off the side of your homies who tell you that I'm not the one For you get wiped down, rolled up right in some paper, your memory smoked in a blunt Damn Memories smoked in a blunt Last night was a movie, but I didn't think to go remember it once Shout out the Runtz Helps ease the pain when I think about what this shit was Help please the main, when she tweaking bout all that she want (Facts) Take a peek You see this life so easy Pour my drink Sip purp and take it to heezy I get on this bitch and I beat on it, call me C. Breezy It's easy to remember forgettin' all of mine and your favorite memories Walkin' em down in some Yeezy's Never forgettin' my piece It stay round my neck to show these pussies that Jesus be fuckin' with me Counting my cheese Then settin' traps for these rat ass bitches, only know about that work on they knees (Right) My nigga Draeco be cursing these verses, that nigga a demon You go where they go, cause hurtin' your purses must've felt like you lost the bread that you earnin' I feel like I'm at the head of the class, just teaching retarded bitches shit they won't think about after we finish learnin' How to stop beggin' niggas like me to come pleasure your yearning With all of this bread that I'm earning And then later forgettin' Mind cooked like a barbecue, cause you know that imma always be gettin' some chicken Shoulda protected your misses Money Team, we never missing Called checkmate and you kept movin', man that's a bad lil decision Proceeding with part two Ain't sliding with shit but my blick and a cart, too Still keep it discreet All these broke motherfuckers be ready to chief Somewhere in a dark room, prolly writing a hit while I'm talking to God, too I'm ready to preach to anybody that ain't ready to believe that We is the best Money Team ready since Odell and Steph She calling me Cheddy, I broke down a check She Hot n' Ready like some lil Caesar's Finna pop an eddy, tweak mid-please her Hold the pot steady, right above the heater Drop top Chevy, it's a two-seater Why she top heavy, like a new liter Damn Shit God damn, let me wrap this shit up Money Team