We got it, mhm, we got it, mhm, we got it
Kells, yeah
I know you motherf**er better have the cash for us
Rack it up, cause I know you the one I see the mask and gloves
Put the green in the middle like you packing a blunt
And let me get a brown bag like you packing a lunch
My steelo is to repo with the street soft
For making me play the game when I had a cheat code
Black pea coat, fo'-cinco, for amigos
Outside your muthaf**ing peephole what up
Black flag, with 3 letters that I'd die for
And 3 more for the rivals, R.I.P
Add them all together bye-bye ho
Six feet deep with the fossils
Now I ain't never k**ed nothing but a beat
But if it comes down to it, sh** I gotta eat
And they say scared money don't make no money
And it's true, what the f** you think it's gonna be
Lay down!
Mommy should have never doubt, daddy should have took the liquor off the f**ing couch
Maybe then I wouldn't be in the position, saying "a**ume the position", while I'm searching for a f**ing ounce
Now where it at?
They told me that the black safe in the last place where I will be looking
So you better quit the rat race, they tell you that "rap pays"
I begging for half-eighths while these label executives eating crab cakes, hold on
These f*ggots eating, while my people starve
Well I'm tired of hustling, think it's time to rob
Same old sh**, we ain't getting paid
Well I'm in this industry, like f** em, what we say?
[Outro]
Don't make this 40 go blow, go blow
Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now
f** em all, y'all foul, y'all foul
Make these p**y motherf**ers lay it down, lay it down, ah
Don't make this 40 go blow, go blow
Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now
f** em all, y'all foul, y'all foul
Make these p**y motherf**ers lay it down, lay it down, ah