a gun shot] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware wit' one change of gear Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we
still the sun'll come out tomorrow Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money on my mind And I'm moving like my life is on the line For the bullshit
fort, most def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shot
Yo I keep my mind on my riches snitches get snitches Cats on the low they all act like bitches So what up, where you at with the nine-sin? Feel my triples
got enough money to hire hitmen So I do my shit manual I'm a hands-on nigga who don't mind gettin' my hands dirty It's hard work, but my squad is worthy
he check the check receiting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in it's right mind (mind, mind
he check the check receiting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind (mind, mind
live Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie Ya crew aint quite like mine Spit it like ooh my, these labels like ooh my State ya
But that's y me and my hooligans debate Which one of the these rich niggas we takin I got a make it little nae is 6 now My little brother j.e. wana cop big
My Cadillac spills Matter of fact Candy Paint Cadillac kills So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills 20 inch wide 20 inch high Hold on to my 20 inch ride
You know, so y'all just enjoy, aight Yo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh) You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh
don't know) I'm quick to change up stick My dick in yo' mouth and aim up Open up your eyes you'll see my navel Flip down my drawers, you'll see that label
guess, we smoke destress, Cause my quest wasn't chronic yet Little niggas growin' up With my dawgs cause we pack the halls, exercise for my balls [unidentifiable
, Join the elite Few dun got mad cash and money to spend Money to straight blow and money to lend And only then, You made it past stage one, My friend
my brain But soothing my pain, I'm true to the game I got my mind made I gotta be that rich motherfucker Set it up so my grandkids don't suffer The
Of Niggas Threatened My Postion And Thrillen Bars You Think Im Writing With John Krishenpen I Need Rossi Never Mind The Pricing Know We Brought Cake To The Party, No Icing No Ice On Big
around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor Trevor's still locked
to the fish (x4) Look at my wrist (x3) Equivalent to10 bricks 10 bricks to the fish (x4) Birdman: See i'm richer than the richest Filthy by my riches