[Intro: DaeMoney]
(It's Raw when you need cash only)
Sipping good, smoking good, n***a (Project X)
You know?
Yeah
World Tour Mafia

[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
I'm riding low, car fast, but it's driving slow (Yeah)
Get money, play the rules, you know how it go (You know it)
I'm young as hell, but been through it, all the highs and lows
I seen my main homies fall off like dominoes (I swear)
Money call, then I'm quick, shit, I gotta go (Beep)
New season Dior kicks, these ain't Prada lows
I'm iced up, presi' on like Obama home (You see it)
I know some n***as still trapping off Obama phones
I get it in for real, I ain't kinda on (Right now)
She like real n***as, I'm the kind she chose (Yeah)
I'm good in the clutch, they think Chauncey on
Let a n***a try Slae, then they pouncing on him (Brrrat)
Bitch, I'm World Tour, I donе been a lot of places (World Tour)
Eighteen, comin' back home, countin' up them facеs (On my mama)
I knew I was that n***a sleepin' in my granny basement (On my mama)
I'm sipping purple, fell in love with that Fanty flavor (Yeah)
They thought I couldn't do it, I done blew past the haters
I get it on my own, I done got past the favors (Through)
'42 for the hoes, I don't give 'em chasers (C'mon)
I'm like Chip Skylark, I just let 'em chase me
I had hard times, I ain't never let 'em break me
I put a Perky in your ho, now I'm finna break her (Yeah)
Philly cheese in my pocket, I ain't talkin' waiters (Nah)
I'm SlaeMoney, n***a, you know I'll never date her
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
World Tour, still pouring, n***a
I don't ride dick, actually, I be riding foreign (Facts)
Messy-ass bitch, sloppy top, keep it neat, chores
Hopped out, runnin' from them boys, I feel like Forrest
I ain't takin' no advice from no n***a I won't trade places with
Let 'em tell it, man, everybody picked (Everybody)
On the 'Gram, man, everybody rich (Everybody)
Fly n***a, keep a stick with me, Harry Potter shit (Mmm)
Hear 'em sneak dissing, don't acknowledge it (Mmm-mmm)
Catch his ass in real life, what the problem is? (Still, n***a)
Stepping out, feel like I'm Kollege Kidd (Yeah)
Shorty left a puddle on the bed (Bitch)
Baby got a waterpark, I'ma dive (Dive)
Cuz troubled, all he talk is homicide (No cap)
Quit with all that talkin', you gon' kill the vibe (N***a)
Say she wanna fuck gang, I threw the lob, put it off the backboard
First advance I got, I ain't have to rap for it (For real)
Always on me, I hope you got yours (Got yours)
Everything I spit facts, no hat, boy
I got LV patches on my hat, boy
Fortune 500 for my neighbors, lil' Black boy (Flex)
They keep on askin' questions, what a n***a do? (Hmm?)
Made somethin' out of nothin', boy, I'm living proof (For real)
Ayy, put some bitches on me, I can make 'em poof (I got you), disappear
That exhaust pipe fah when you hit the gear (Fah)
I get brown paper bag money, fuck a beer (Fuck that shit)