Kevin Gates - Money Team lyrics

[Intro] Ha T-Miles, what up? Kepler, what up? Free T-Hood J-Smooth what up? T.M.S. what up? Shout out to Nick Bart, Remi, Twist, Tricky what up? Southey what up? Yo... [Verse] I got a lot of kicks dawg, i rock Chicago fire man Wired up on red bull, got hired in To OSF transport like i can't find a gig f** it though, crack this heavy then i take a swig Buzzin' now on the track like i run sh** f** hoes, especially you know that one b**h Actin' like i give a f**, im abstinent When it comes to carin' about another troll in this b**h They call me no mini Clubman in this b**h dawg, they rockin' skinnies Talkin' bout your ho rubbin on my dick dawg I just let it go because i know it'd make you pissed off My wrist all covered in Powerbalance in this motherf**in' b**h Anybody wanna come get on the track with, me? I'll murder everybody b*atch! [Outro] Ha.. One verse, One hearse Muf**aaaa T-Miles what up, you on a track b*atch I got that swag doe, I'm bout to gag yo ho Woop, Swag