Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] Bitch Ayy, yeah Shit Tried to tag me on the ground but we don't do all that Fuck the goin' back and forth, he know where we at Most these niggas fake and phony, I don't mix with niggas Shit, nigga, any buster shit, you can miss me with it (Run that back, West) [Chorus: Duffy] Easy money, bro, your bro look intimidated Today, until I get some uchies, bitch, I'm irritated Sick with it, gave a nigga shots, he got vaccinated You can't post no picture with me, bitch, I'm way too famous Shit, bitch If you ain't tryna get no uchies, you can miss me with it, nigga Fuck is we talkin' 'bout, bitch? Shit, nigga, any buster shit, you can miss me with it, nigga [Verse 1: Duffy] Who that nigga? What he say he was gon' do again? I be flu flammin' with the jackers and the hooligans Broke niggas yappin' in my rear, quit the foolishness Racks bustin' out the Louis duffel, keep 'em comin' in Shots rang, I whacked a fifth grader, hope you smarter than him "Duffy, what you put up in this 'Wood? We keep coughin' from it" Crunch time niggas get to foldin', keep 'em far from me Quick to pull the blickie out, like I ain't finna argue nothin' Suplex Kim Juan, hollow tips for Roy Jones Paint a nigga, turn his white tee burnt orange Chop suey, served him with a little side of soy sauce How these niggas still ain't gettin' no money? Niggas look lost What they say he got up on his wrist? I think I need that All my opps scary, where them niggas say they seen me at? Who the fuck keep callin' me? I'm poled, I'll holler back Stretch somethin', pull up, make a nigga do some jumpin' jacks [Chorus: Duffy] Easy money, bro, your homie look intimidated Today, until I get some uchies, bitch, I'm irritated Sick with it, gave a nigga shots, he got vaccinated You can't post no picture with me, bitch, I'm way too famous Shit, bitch Nigga, fuck is we talkin' 'bout, bitch? Shit, nigga, any buster shit, you can miss me with it, nigga [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Rock and roll, fuck the party up, I'm with Jimi Hendrix Lightshow, niggas goin' crazy, chain schitzophrenic The only reason you ever had money was 'cause the pandemic Mr. Too Exclusive, Too Famous through the back hitchers Man down, hundred somethin' shots for backup dancers Hundiddy, bop-bop, you know I start paisa dancin' His block got three hundred shells, I'm Fredo Santana Mardi Gras, flashin' tits on 'em, we in Louisiana Backflip, gold medal gymnast, hit a cartwheel This nigga P stay talkin' crazy, he don't got no feelings I be sonnin' all these niggas, we know the truth, I'm they father figure Tell Rami I need more jewels, please, I'm a gold digger Hit Mei Ling with drop kicks, I'm a chin chipper Left an opp nigga hangin' from a tree, I'm a Klu Kluxer Liu Kang kicked her out the grib, she was goofballin' MJ and Scottie with me too, come and hoop with us, ugh [Chorus: Duffy] Easy money, bro, your homie look intimidated Today, until I get some uchies, bitch, I'm irritated Sick with it, gave a nigga shots, he got vaccinated You can't post no picture with me, bitch, I'm way too famous Shit, bitch If you ain't tryna get no uchies, you can miss me with it, nigga Fuck is we talkin' 'bout, bitch? Shit, nigga, any buster shit, you can miss me with it, nigga [Outro] (Run that back, West)