Icewear Vezzo ft. Baby Money - You Ever Lyrics

Real street shit
(Yung Go Krazy
(CarouselBain)

You ever seen a million dollars cash? Huh
You ever made two-fifty on the bag? Yeah
Richard on my wrist, look how it dance, huh
Bitch, I'm a risk taker
Triple up, jump on that road and got it back, yeah
Got a Hublot on my wrist, bitch a one-and-one
Oh, we ain't trippin' on the hoes, so get your money up
I put Forgis on the tires just to burn the rubber
Niggas out here switchin' sides, we start comin' up
Bust a bezel on the side, fifty on the Ro'
Only thing I fear is God, shit, and goin' broke
Dumped a thirty in that five, niggas wanted smoke
Told that bitch to go outside, ho, you do the most
I told Jett I'm comin' 'Dweller, bitch, you know we twins
Get 'em whacked if niggas tellin', put that on my kids
I brought twenty to the club just to throw to Izz
Takin' penitentiary chances just to win
If them pigs come, it is what it is
Glizzy or the F&N
Had the yard up and helped at my old bid, ask Ben
Was shittin' back when Webbo had Marauder on them spins
And rocked G's for the dubs, sellin' forty and a ten

You ever seen a million dollars cash? Huh (million cash, nigga)
You ever hit the road with your last? Yeah (with your last)
You ever shot a thirty out that mag? Yeah (fah)
You ever had to slide for your guys? Yeah (had to slide for your niggas)
You ever seen a million dollars cash? Huh (million cash, nigga)
You ever hit the road with your last? Yeah (with your last)
You ever shot a thirty out that mag? Yeah (fah, he ain't did that)
You ever had to slide for your guys? Yeah (had to slide for your niggas)

You ever seen a killer with no mask? Close your eyes then
They gave my nigga twelve years, he like five in
They know his face around the city, so he rock tint
If it's a million in that water, we gon' dive in
Yeah, these niggas borin', blues for the Jordan
ICE is outside of my crib tryna deport my foreigns
Yachtmasters on the yacht, somehow became important
I been fuckin' niggas' bitches, makin' sure they don't record me
That ain't my bitch, I just be dickin' her
I ain't no trick, I bought the bag to put the stick in there
I'll throw the whole pop away, he put Trish in there
Gon' drive the load back myself, I can't risk the air
Yeah, and I'ma play broke, Presi' matchin' they ho
Lawyer got my case closed two days from Vallejo
The work'll make a fiend dance like a Drake song
Ten thousand hundreds ain't no money, it don't take long

You ever seen a million dollars cash? Huh (million cash, nigga)
You ever hit the road with your last? Yeah (with your last)
You ever shot a thirty out that mag? Yeah (fah)
You ever had to slide for your guys? Yeah (had to slide for your niggas)
You ever seen a million dollars cash? Huh (million cash, nigga)
You ever hit the road with your last? Yeah (with your last)
You ever shot a thirty out that mag? Yeah (fah)
You ever had to slide for your guys? Yeah (had to slide for your niggas)