you ain t never counted paper til your thumbs hurt you ain t never had to make do wit bum work shit ain t comin back you get delirious it s a job in these streets shit is serious my migo got locks in the city mud back against the wall and i need a plug flew the fam to the yams verse the heat i had twenty thousand grams just last week shit stopped comin bills keep comin round holdin on my last bird bout to break it down charged you higher out of town then i went in brooklyn phone blowin up the homies ask how it s lookin you think if i had the work i wouldn t call you to sell it you fuckin jerk you start gettin mad talkin out of frustration in the game six figures can easily turn to nothin damn i m hot dog the fork on the masi grill pickin up guap dog bought a white house off blocks dog in the presidential watch me go to the top dog man i got that glow i done came on up from the motherfuckin floor couple niggas be hatin i just be like so i never get mad i just get that dough if the shit get bad then i let that go you do it cause you have to i do it cause i could and this is all factual i do it for the hood cock the four cop and go cause these drugs are for sale they are not for show keep a eye on the monitors and lock the doors no comprende unless it s bout lots of dough they love it they still want it the block is still haunted turbo in the garage the cover is still on it one hundred bundles by 9am it s a ill mornin a nigga lookin good the bitches is still on him money power mega respect al qaeda is how i got the montega connect if that paper ain t right they put the k to your neck give your family a visit they send your baby a threat a lil deeper than the repurcussions on the block but that all bein said is you hustler or not  i don t get mad i get dough i get bags and get low everybody wit me good my bitch bad as shit though you get gas you citgo we whip ass we klitschko it gets bad and shit slow we really with the shits bro twist your cap for it kinda sick with the thirst too when i m hungry i ain t myself snickers commercial i got to eat before a nigga catch a attitude and start looking at the game like its platter food fuck sandwiches i want the chips and dip whips are quick contours seats grips the hip that s 63 talk at least a hundred grand to understand they put me on a flyer for twenty i m a wanted man son of sam i was born in 77 the bitch a late night slurpee she 7 11 yeah the family so you gotta love it i m a boss so i got it covered 7