Difference

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YN Jay] Roley to an A.P., it's a price difference Pouring woky in a pop, makes the sprite different [?] VVS, it's an ice difference You got a blade to a pole, it's a knife difference If I stack my money to the top, it's a hight difference First class to a private jet, it's a flight difference My goose to a [?], it's a bite difference Beat your ass, now you on [?] you with some [?] Everybody born, get to live, but my life differеnt [?] before they gеt to shooting, [?] did it I can't tell you what I go through, because that's my business They got bro locked up in the cell, he doing life in it Bitch, I pop bottles in the club, I don't drink liquor Bitch drunk as hell [?], that's cheap liquor Bitch pussy like a studio, I make that beat in her Bitch pussy like a stash spot, I put that heat in her It's a difference, a difference It's a difference, a difference It's a difference, a difference, a difference It's a difference, a difference It's a, it's a difference It's a difference, a difference It's a difference, a difference A difference, a difference A difference, a difference [Verse 2: Tay B] I never rocked [?] 41's, it's [?] I rock [?] not no purple jeans, they just fit different I don't know who dick you out here sucking, I don't kiss bitches Everytime a bitch [?] me wrong, I'ma switch bitches If you can hit her once, shit, I'm with it If you can hit it twice, big difference I love bad bitches, I ain't tripping, I'll spend it If you ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't showing interest I came for some shoes, I spent [?] If that pussy pretty and it's clean, I might kiss it Don't try to come back dick sucking, oh na, I don't wanna kick it The youngest turnt nigga out my hood, and the richest A nigga playing, then he missing, he missing These niggas hating, but I'm fucking they bitches No misses, my mistress Never cross my dawg, you would've thought I wasn't religious It's at least ten niggas out my crew with seven figures Spend what I want, I do not have no limit I know I'm the shit, I ain't never been timid My shooters like [?] they pull up, get to spitting He was talking that [?] shit, how the fuck he end up Cripping? I ain't really gotta do too much, I can hit the bitch with no issue All facts [Verse 3: Kash Doll] Bussing out [?] jeans, 'cause they tight fitted Kash in all Birkin bags, shit, I like this one Your tab in the club light, you don't like spending? Bring 30 bottles, make sure all the [?] in them Look, my neck and wrist flooded, take a pic of it You call everybody brother, you dick sucking I keep caufing up money, I'm sick of it But I'm so rich, that I'ma look like I ain't spent nothing You pillow talking, I got cushion on my ears Can't leave them anywhere, 200 hundred for a pare You just [?] back then you was a square Boy, I been touching money, since [?] was the mayor Facts