Family Affair

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yee] (Reece, take 'em to church) Yeah [Chorus: Lil Yee] It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch (No) I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist (Woah) I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business Let a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz it (Ayy) [Verse 1: Lil Yee] Got a baby bottle filled with Wock', grab a Sprite and twist it I'm havin' mixed emotions, I'm stayin' out my feelings And before it's all said and done, I'ma make a killin' Money Man, it's a thousand bags, can you flip it? [Verse 2: Money Man] I'm tryna get these bags off, baby, I can't kick it Should I drive this pack to the A? I'ma risk it If I drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly Lost a load, that shit hurt my stomach, it was sickenin' Audemars, Pateks, and the prezi's, I be switchin' Black out with the binary, you know this bitch be glitchin' Heard a nigga took your shit and you ain't get no straightin' I should work for J.P. Morgan, baby, I be bankin' TRX a demon, though if not, I'm in a spaceship We don't do no arms or leg shots, we gon' face shit You can't hang around the kid unless you trap or take shit Niggas out here bitchin' and complainin', that's some gay shit [Chorus: Lil Yee] It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch (No) I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist (Woah) I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business Let a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz it (Ayy) [Verse 3: Lil Pete] Uh, all this money in the world still won't fix it My pain run deeper than a marathon, no endin' These niggas sell they soul for a pint and a image A triple cross always beat the devil, know the difference You know we locked in Money Man in the city, we brought chopsticks Niggas be runnin' out of luck, but this not this Your life runnin' out of time, don't get boxed in, kept the block lit Hardly forget what I forgive, nigga, not again Really the voice of the trenches, it's not pretend Pockets be tapped, got the motion, they tappin' in Bitches set the play, leave it to them, I'm they rapper friend [Chorus: Lil Yee] It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist (Woah) I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business Let a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz it