Money On The Table - Belly, Benny the Butcher

Just 'cause we got the same enemies, that don’t make us friends

Nothing’s makin' sense, I’m watchin' angels sin

I’m seein' demons repent so now I play the fence

When I got nothin' left to give, that’s when they take offense

Life through these black shaded tints, Maybach Mercedes-Benz

They came and went like pretend friends in the latest trends (Underdog)

Fuck an under card, I’m the main event

My body covered in tattoos and battle scars (Uh)

Made it through the dark, I guess the sky was out of stars

Late night so high

We don’t say, «Hi», We say, «Safe flight»

My energy big, I feel like Frank White (Uh)

Money on the table like the poker stars (Wow)

I send your bitch to Vegas where they overcharge

In the kitchen with the culinary (Griselda)

I smoke so much I’m fuckin' up my pulmonary

I got two bitches one a ratchet and one my wife

One I cock before bed, the other I kiss good night

I know that money made y’all soft, not us, we still hungry

Y’all make enough just to pay bills monthly and feel comfy

Any bitch I bought a bag for trust me she carried yay

I use to rarely play now everyday it’s Perrier

I stood on East ferry late, I was trappin' but barely ate

Now it’s water in my jewelry case like Erie lake, yeah

You know it’s money on the table like the poker stars

Nigga, and I can make you famous when the coke dissolve

It’s hard to trust niggas, they only begin off loyal

So the best advice somebody can give you is get a lawyer

(Motherfucker)

Too much stress, I was playin' chess with the reaper

Million dollar man puttin' rappers in the sleeper

I mean this shit is crazy, they say I’m actin' different lately

Fools gold, I swear to god this shit fugazy

In the kitchen, chickens on me whippin' gravy

And life’s a bitch, but, baby, that’s the bitch who raised me

Life’s a bitch, but, baby, that’s the bitch who raised me

Life’s a bitch, but, baby, that’s the bitch who raised me