Possible Songtext

[Verse 1: Yung Joey]
I come from the ghetto, I just wanna be rich
Now the money is comin', ain't that a bitch
My crib like perfection, baby show me them tits
If money could talk, these niggas ain't sayin' shit
Ain't afraid of the Popo, pussy nigga I'm lit
I take care of my family, you spend cake on a bitch
You gon' get her the Louis bag, I'ma give her this dick
She gon' come back for more, call that money well spent
I started from zero, took that to a hunda
Brought that to a thou wow
Now play with them stacks now
Catch me in traffic, but that could be tragic
Got a couple new shooters, get you laid in a casket

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
You're my type for sure, I'm tryna see what shorty 'bout
Thugged out, pants sag with a .40 cal I was in Vogue, they wrote me an article
I want that cover, anything's possible
How is it possible you on my dick
I don't even got one, man this shit is sick
My grandma confused me like fuck as a kid
I had no idea she was more like a pimp
Bitch I get money, my niggas not starvin', my niggas not stavtin'
My niggas not starvin', I'm drinkin' my Hennessy listenin' to Marvin

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yung Joey]
Overcomin' the obstacles, these niggas popsicles
Ridin' dick like a prostitute, for that cake I'm in high pursuit
Word to my mommy, I stay with that Lami
Dare you to play, I'm not with the flexin', I'm down for that homi'
I got a lady, she got a lady
But if you fuck my lady, then you gotta pay me
These bitches, they love the kid, and you know that
Don't play them games I used to, I'm like a throwback
You treat the special, Bobby Womak
Me? Fuck no, can't picture that with a Kodak
On the run like Jay Z, I got me a Beyoncé
Just to sit with me courtside, watch the Knicks at the Barclays

[Hook]