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daemoney, babyface ray & lucki - who is that? lyrics

[intro]
(money done geeked on this motherf+cker)

[verse 1: lucki]
she show it off, know i did it
i pop a ten and a roxy, i can’t even feel it
i pay for smoke in the city
ain’t have to pay for this sh+t, but i wan’ see ’em winning
i still ain’t meet chinese kitty
i gotta watch for that b+tch ’cause more problems come with it
i just got rich in the bay
she think i’m dealin’ with packs, i let her just say
[verse 2: daemoney]
ayy, i just found a route in the a
it’s just like a runner, i beat it and pass to my n+ggas
i’m on them drugs every day
poppin’ them percs back to back because i’m in the mili’
i get it and put it away
dime after dime after dimе ’til i reach me a ticket
i had to makе me a way
‘member i was rappin’ in the bas+m+nt, feelin’ like tigger
can’t even hit her off deuce and a sixty
i went out to cali, invested in ricky
ar with the drum, yeah, this b+tch got a micky
spilt the lean on the money, now my sh+t all sticky

[chorus: babyface ray]
boy, you know that money through with you
it’s a one+on+two, f+ck ’em, leave the room
need a straightjacket, illest in the room
press a b+tton in this b+tch, ceiling move back
murder everything, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?” (face)
bad b+tches trailin’, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?”
ayy, windshield tinted, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?”
engine keep on screamin’, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?”
[interlude]
(money done geeked on this motherf+cker)

[verse 3: veeze]
you know who the f+ck it is
they say i’m that n+gga when we walkin’ in
i’m leanin’, might never see straight again
every n+gga with me got a cup in hand
tell the lean god i’ll never find love again
i’m a slimy lil’ n+gga, i’ll f+ck her friend
i can’t speak j+panese, my clothes j+pan
i’m with tune, i can’t ride, live life again
f+ckin’ her quick, ain’t no cuddling
it’s blood on this money, my hundreds red
i’m in the cut with wonderful nephew
sippin’ this mud ’cause we come from it
it’s a few bad b+tches that i left stranded
hopefully a n+gga come cuff they ass
i feel like karma still want me back
runnin’ too crazy, i’m b— uh, you can keep it like that

[outro: babyface ray]
bad b+tches trailin’, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?”
ayy, windshield tinted, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?”
engine keep on screamin’, they like, “who is that?”
they like, “who is that?” they like, “who is that?”

- daemoney babyface ray lucki lyrics

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