My friends roll Lexus and Benzs
And spend ends tremendous, dough's endless
Business nigga from the start was already hot
No prob openin shop, the flow 'ready rock
So many tryin' to knock my hustle
Half of ya'll ain't even got no hustle
I'm into livin good so I bring heat with the flow
Just how a nigga should
Come between me and my dough I wish a nigga would
Roll O's and cigarillos, my black rim low
The way I stack in dough attract nymphos
Cats sick though
To impress by how that honey walk
Me I'm trying come up on some ways to make that money talk
Sink or swim I'm a hungry shark
And I want it all, cribs and a foreign car, Aldemar
I could be gone tomorrow
That's why I grind like it's my last day
Hundred fuckin roaches in my ash tray
Now I know I ain't livin right
But it feels good
My weed kicks like Jet Li flicks
Test me kid, slap shots like Gretzky hits
The best kept secret, yes he is
The cat's out the bag, I puff puff and I pass
You dumbfucks and I laugh, motherfucker
What you hatin' for
Why you just standing outside, what you waitin for
I'm blowin' on an eighth or more, touring for my paper boy
Before I hit the club I need a blunt or two or three or four
Bad bitches thirsty for stars with mad riches
Wanna ride with 'em, rest they head on televisions
I don't bag bitches: they hop in
You just follow and you bag bitches, you're not a pimp
I was schooled by the best of them
Now they cuttin' checks for him
Ain't gettin money then it's probably for the rest of them
Somethin' like a legend when I quote what I wrote
Be in the big cloud from the
Blunts that I smoke
Writer(s): Cameron Thomaz
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