Made like 20 sales and I ain't even touched a scale
You have that food too long now, little nigga it's getting stale
If I'm getting pulled, I swear to God, ain't making bail
So I switched up all my routes coz I ain't trying to leave a trail
I'm screaming money over bitches
Money over bitches
I might hit the club tonight and throw some money over bitches
Yeah, money over bitches
When that new pack hit the strip then that your money over, bitches
This hustling at its finest
Real hustling in the minus
Whipping in that Balmain, hustling in designer
I feel like I'm the greatest with this apparatus
Sitting counting papers, niggas know my status
Swear down, she a rider
Swear down she a rider
Left like 30 racks up in her yard
She never touched a fiver
Yeah, she never touched a fiver
Man these niggas fake trappers
Swear they never touched a lyca
Might splash a couple racks, I'm in that frame of mind
Straight cash no swiping man I paid for mine
Just parked that on the yellow line, I paid the fine
Then I walked up in that store with like 8 or 9
Yeah, trap God
Back pocket, fat wad
Novikov, black cod
Big machine, mack squad
Yeah, just go and check my back log
You niggas hustling wrong, that's why your stack's odd
(Boom!)
I'm billing mixtapes and making bricks break
I'm in the house with my scales, I be cutting two shapes
Give a fuck about your grow
I did a crop in '08
I went 5 bags down, I'm like fuck it, light weight
These little niggas nowadays, they think their trainers are important
Same time, I'm trying to get remortgaged
I'm talking to my tenants bout the rent
I said I'm gonna have to up it on 'em
Call my young bucks, get the packages and chuck it on 'em
Little niggas said he's in the dance and man was looking at him
Told him that he should've called, would've come and stuck it on 'em
Asked him why he never had his strap, he said he don't know
I was like yo, don't be clubbing with your knuckles bro
Don't be trying to 'gwarn like man ain't seen you in my videos
Crime scene boy, don't be acting like you never know
You must've thought life was sweet like haribos
Gwarning like you never know man's animals
The streets we living in ain't nothing nice
I catch a nigga in the Chinese picking up his duck and rice
BOOM!
I've got these niggas trying to compromise
Money on my mind, I'm on my grind
The limit is the sky
Boom!
