Money linguistics

Yeah

Young Smokez

Whole block know what time it is

Step out the yard, that’s a cold start

Big face on the wrist, that’s froze heart (gang)

Notes in the bag, that’s Mozart

Turned pain into plays like a coach chart

Trap line ringin’ like a hotline

Got bands on bands, that’s a bloodline

Diamonds on me do the sunshine (Shine)

Even in the rain, make the sky shine

Two-tone whip with the seats all cream

Pedal to the floor, make the roadline scream (skrrt)

Big boy pack, got my trackline mean

Got a different plug for the white and the green

You’re typin’ on keys, I’m countin’ up G’s (bands)

You’re stuck on a screen, I’m stuck overseas

You’re braggin’ ’bout rank on a dead LP (Lil S)

I’m laughin’ in silk on a jet, low-key

Cold start, hot wrist

Money talk, that’s my linguist (racks)

Big drip, I don’t need a wish

Everything I touch turn rich

Cold start, hot wrist (hot)

I just make the whole block twitch

Fuck on another bruddas bitch (ohh)

Everything I touch turn rich

You grind for a badge and a rank tag

I grind, now it’s cash in a black bag

Big boy stones, make the flash lag

Neck like a fridge when the chain sag

You’re still braggin’ ’bout your KD

I’m tryna see how much weight this safe see

You stream all day for a small fee

I stream one call, that’s a crib key

Foreign on the lane, that’s a day trip

Roof goin’ back like a facelift

Nose to the plate, that’s a weight flip

Smoke in my lungs, that’s a spaceship

LP pussies on your desktop

That’s a lil toy, that’s a fake glock

My numbers on the street make the feds watch

Your numbers on a game, that’s a dead watch

I don’t play games, I play sums

Whole team eat when the pack comes

I don’t chase likes, I chase funds

Got your monthly wage in my side funds

Talk on the mic, get your block spun

Talk on my name, that’s slapped corn

Young Smokez really made the wap jump

Everything frosty, but I stay up