Nef The Pharaoh Tokyo Driftin (feat. Raymond McMahon)
[Intro]
Skrt skrt
What up [?]
[Verse 1: Nef The Pharoah]
I kill a nigga over my brother that's no cap
Why your bitch givin' me brain that's no cap
I think I'm addicted to head, she in my lap
I don't conversate with the cops I'm not a rat
Money piles startin' to get ridiculous
You know it's five days in a week and I got six wheels
And bitch my son don't [?] for nothin' I'm gettin' my cheddar chips
Disrespect one of my niggas I'll leave you neckless
Hey look at me I'm 23 and on my own [?]
Ed, Edd 'n Eddy I got my fetty plank all on my charm
My baby mama beat your ass and then you press charges
I'm off the leash stay with a dog like I work at Target
[Chorus: Nef The Pharoah]
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
She don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
You don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
[Verse 2: Raymond McMahon]
I'ma need a bag right now
I'ma need you tyin' that trash right now, yeah
Heard you get it fast oh wow
Baby show me that you're down oh
'Cause I know you gonna tell 'em straight
If it's pussy you gon' say it to their face, damn
I'ma pick you up and skid away
In a bimmer I'ma take you to estates, yeah
She got a full ride, but she wanna be 'bout it
Dropped college I be your knowledge
Don't need no fakes or mirages
She know I can take you much farther
[Chorus: Nef The Pharoah]
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
She don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
You don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
[Verse 3: Nef The Pharoah]
My baby birthed and a nigga started praise dancin'
He looked dead on his mama my lil nigga handsome
I made my first hunnid thousand and 'bout to do it again
Just to hit the mall and f..ck it off on my kid
That lil money you gettin' just a lil you ain't live
If I was to die today my whole family be rich
Bitch, I still save pennies 'cause it all makes sense
Remember cryin' in my room 'cause I couldn't afford kicks
I feel like I made it
I feel like the greatest
I'm Ali know Allah got me he my savior
I do anything that it takes for my baby
I'm give him well he my all so crazy
[Chorus: Nef The Pharoah]
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
She don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff (Yeah)
You don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff
You don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay
That little money you gettin' not enough
Tokyo driftin' in a foreign eat my dust, skrt skrt
Can't be addicted to finer stuff
You don't get that bag ride around run it up, ay ay