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[Intro: Tay Spades] Uh, nigga, you know what we on You know what the fuck we doin' right now, nigga Yeah, uh [Chorus: Tay Spades] Fendi (Yes), Gucci (Uh) I rock all the designer (I'm fly) Tech, Glock nine I'm with all of the drama (I'm with it) Euros, yens (Yes) I like all of them dollars (Yes) Cops, opps (Yes) If you want us come find us (Woo) [Verse 1: Tay Spades] He retarded, I'm stupid (I'm stupid) Niggas duckin', I'm shootin' (Brrrt) Niggas movin', I'm movin' (We movin') My bitch is fast as my coupe is (Skrrt) Niggas mad 'cause they losin' (They losin'), huh Hoes mad 'cause we choosin' (We choosin'), uh Bitch, I'm in love with my music (Uh, uh, uh) Yeah, yeah, back up, huh Niggas is mad 'cause we lapped 'em (We lapped 'em) Yes, niggas is mad, get your cash up (Get it, get it), ooh (Cash up) Yeah, what I said be a caption (Ayy) They ain't ever gon' catch up (They never) I get the money and stack it (I stack it, stack it up) When do they say I be cappin'? I take my quarter and I max it (I max it) Shit, I'm lyin', can't max it (They actin') I need the money, I'm taxin' (Yes, yes, yes) [Chorus: Tay Spades] Fendi, Gucci I rock all the designer Tech, Glock nine I'm with all of the drama Euros, yens I like all of them dollars Cops, opps If you want us come find us [Verse 2: Yak Gotti] Chop with a trench coat (Ayy) Outside smokin' on indo' (Indo') BP lookin' out the window (Window) [?] I rap my life, this the shit they pretend to (Sike) Free my dawg, got my dawg in the Rykers (Yeah, yeah) Triple cross, yeah, they say that I'm slimy Never went out bad, that's on The Bible (Yeah, yeah) Got some dawgs and they been ballin' (Woah) Just like [?], ballin' since a jit (Been ballin') I had went and did a bid when I had drop Pull Up on a Kid, you dig? [?] I got hit five times (Dig?) Just that thought that finishin' or you gettin' rich die tryin' (I dig, I dig) Yeah, from the paddy wagon to a Urus I was on my ass, I endured it Now I'm finally free and I'm finally me Rockin' double C when I'm tourin' (Yeah) [Chorus: Tay Spades & Yak Gotti] Fendi, Gucci (Yeah) I rock all the designer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey) Tech, Glock nine (Slatty) I'm with all of the drama (Slatt) Euros, yens (Dig, I dig, you dig?) I like all of them dollars Cops, opps If you want us come find us (Woah, woah)