[Intro: Northstars]
English, you're kind of a pompous ass. You ask james to do all your work for you and then complain about other users. Not sure why you're such a narcissistic cunt sometimes tbh
[Verse 1:Jams]
Callin' Sandusky the daddy, makin' Ronald McDonald un-happy
The kings of the group game, yet the heir's ain't fuckin' with Nappy
Got the illest flow no need for the robotussin' or the deadly toxin's
The sweetest dick you'll ever meet, that's word to Silky Johnson
We even get milli's on pirates, y'all do whatever the sailor sang
Got the sweetest and swiftest lyrics, but I ain't from Taylor's gang
Stop the actin', your crew is like the Muppets with the puppets left No Vaseline'd
Had to ask Christ to stop forgivin' me, now you see how I FreeJC
Your flow's to the minimal, you know the NATION stay maximum
Can't count stacks with the fingers I have on a hand, 6x platinum
Using names, cause it's acronyms that we most detest
I guess you all can see now how M$T turned to PM$
[Hook:Rattatatrappa]
Welcome to the nation, we be on some other shit
Money Team is doin nothing Based God wouldn’t fuck their bitch
Money Team is past tense, they are so irrelevant
They’ll probably do their next song with Ja Rule and 50 Cent
[VERSE 2:FLEXASAURUS REX]
MONEY$TEAM AINT FLEXIN LIKE THE FLEX MACHINE
THEIR ALL FAGS FUCKIN EACH OTHER WTH A SEX MACHINE
NAPPYS A GAY FAG HE GIVES OUT HEAD FOR FREE
FUCKIN WITH RED? YA MUST HAVE LOST YA MIND LIKE DMT
FUCKIN' SILKY JOHNSON HE AINT ABOUT THAT LIFE
LUCKY I DON’T KNOW EM WOULDA CAUGHT HIS BODY TWICE
JC'S STILL A MAC MILLER LOOKIN BITCH MANE
HEARD HES STILL GIVEN DOME TO JFRANKS
[Hook]
[Verse 3:R23]
Man fuck a Taylor Gang and keep JC in jail
You broke biches couldn’t even make bail
We the fresh crew MoneyTeam stay stale!
Nappy putting Rods into Rimmer’s rim yelling GET RAILED
WHOA, i’m sorry I put my Conch against that door
I heard Silky yelling “STORM YOUR SUCH A WHORE"
Storm yelling shut up bitch get on your fours!
I stepped away slowly shaken down to my core…
Back at HQ they pouring out Louie Shots
Just got our 7th platinum album, we stay hot
News was on, talking about some murder plot
J-Franks tried to Flex and died from blood clots
R.I.P MoneyTeam, Deds so Sad…..
[Hook]
[Verse 4:Stealthy G]
In the rap game, the Nation is the motherfuckin' boss
Your style don’t make sense, like Jews worshipping the cross
We be eatin' the Yummy Team up, and adding our favorite sauce
Man this group of fucks from RapGenius is getting so old
A bunch of flaming faggots, they light cigarettes on Rimmers asshole
Its funny cuz it seems as they call themselves the money team
But they’re just a group of individuals who have a negative cash flow
Someday we’ll explode with lyrical bombs that we deploy
To the world, M$T is like the tree that doesn’t make any noise
Call themselves M$T but they bank accounts is empty
Ours is just full of gold bars from every single century
Now you need new accounts after being beat by HN MC’s
[Hook]
[Verse 5:Rattatatrappa]
Fuck a Money Team, and anyone who love em
I made a list of GOAT’s and everybody came above em
It’s Hallu in the house, the NATION taking over
Your lane is full of lames, we finna run em over
Napps and Taylor Gang are busy sucking Silky’s Johnson
While the other Money Bitches got their dicks out cuz they’re watching
You’re just a bunch of wash ups whose bars suck like bar sluts
You aren’t us you talk tough but act softer than cocks slumped
You took it up the ass for that purple that’s some bitch shit
I’ll come into your chat and make you choke on all our biscuits
You’re passé and out of touch it’s time for degradation
A new regime is running shit welcome to the NATION
[Hook]
[Verse 6:Teddy Westside]
What ever people say I am, that’s what I’m not
Tatted up with “I fathered your style,” ‘cause you niggas forgot
'Bout to hit a lick, already at the center of pop
Fuck those money dicks, telling me “Teddy, we got a spot"
It’s hard being the GOAT, incessantly dropping ethurs
Remember when I used to take Ls? Naw, son, me niether
Now I just swing from vines, adding to my velocity
I’ve seen Money$Team with an S, yes but never with an apostrophe
Just went for a jog and came back with a Blue Bugatti
Walking through the lobby with bitches on my Morning Mahogany
I give your career a 2 out of 10, bruh, you suck eggs
Coming up shorter than when Boom started blowing up threads
[Hook]
[Verse 7:M'Balls]
Got a tub full of money, the team can’t handle me
Y'all wet, now it’s time for some more casualties
This dude acting all hard calling us a damn ripoff
Now take some UF and sprinkle a little IATG on top
What the hell do you got? A corny looking Silky not knowing what’s up
I am the game, let me go down this list if you thinkin' I’m soft
I’ll start with Conch, fat bastard, I’ll pee on your couch
My urine is flammable, I’ll light it up and blow up your house
Cause a riot in the streets, now the storm is coming
M'Balls is spraying some heat, I done started something
You been FreeJC for ages, ‘cause nobody wanna free your ass
Everybody has been with iRod’s bitch, nobody wanna be your ass
They can’t afford expensive pasta, and Franks ain’t got no banks
Hallucinating thinking you stand a chance, your shots all blanks
Call me Heisenberg cause I’m breaking bad and RG is the meth lab
Cut your hands off, can’t do the Birdman rub, now Ded is sad
SirLouie is a nobody, and Rimmer literally just turned to shit
6 stacks is a broke sucka, just go write some reviews, bitch
Nappy isn’t even worth mentioning cause he don’t actually do shit
See who I’m movin’ with? When we spit we’ll get your whole crew split
Basically I’m just Big Sean with Nikes on, I just do it
Money$Team is done, it’s over, we’re writing the new script
I bet Dyaz is bisexual only to be increasing his chances
But it’s damn straight that it’s the Nation that’s reaching the masses
[Verse 8: DolphinBoi]
I'm a dolphin, I'm a dolphin
I'm a dolphin, dolphin, dolphin SWAG
(Outro: LiftBars)
Nappy don't lift
IATG don't lift
6x don't lift
FreeJC don't lift
Rysarm lifts
Klonopin don't lift
IRod don't lift
Big Daddy Conch don't lift
MONEY$TEAM DON'T LIFT
Fuck your brocolli you're smoking on
We snort that cauliflower
