Verse 1
We selling the bricks
Put coke on the strip
I'm loaded
The 4-5th
Man it stay on my hip
I got a tight grip
It don't slip
I'm busting at your homes with a full clip
Tick-Tock your time is running out
Boy I push the work till a n***a running out
Boy you're pushing dirt anytime the sun is out
The flow is bananas
Sell weed to your grandma
Word to poppy's mammy
I got homies in the slammer
Don't worry!
I hold them down
I send them n***as pajamas
Pat
Pat
We're sending them shots
I used to be on the block
Now I be's the block
R.I.P to Pac
We did it all for the rock
We did it all for the love
Thanks for the thought
Chorus x4
All the time I'm (Counting dollars)
You see me (Counting dollars) my n***a
We (Counting dollars)
We always (counting dollars)
Verse 2
I'm swift when I'm moving
I'm swift when I'm swooping
Got a n***a named Pacman that used to be boosting
Pop culture
The movies is clueless
So that means when I'm shooting you're looking real stupid
I'm (Counting dollars)
Never had a counterfeit
Moneys over flowing
But the pills under the counter
Roll before I smoke I'm going to need about an hour
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2
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4
Then I light them all up and I f**ing soar
Yeah I'm running this sh** til I'm f**ing sore
Yo homie I'm in the mission
No open doors
Closed case
Tell them close the gate
First let the girls in cause they love the taste
You're not (Counting dollars)
Like the way I do
We're living in a jungle or a f**ed up zoo
Lions, Tigers, Bears, Oh my
All the hoes love me cause I'm that guy
We don't even need a plane cause we're so fly
Where are we landing?
Out in the Hamptons
Big house by the forest
We use it for camping
Chorus x4