[Hook: Troy Ave]
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money, you won't understand
Petty motherf**er, I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been a man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G., the homie said it best
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
In the streets of Brooklyn, I'm a motherf**in' hero
Started runnin' wit' the 'caine like Nevin Shapiro
Speakin' of frauds, when I'm out, they be MIA
p**y-n***as know better than to get in my way
You playin' both sides, you don't think we know about it
Until you both die and they make' a show about it
Cold Case Files, cold Cristal
Givin' pain, sippin in pagne' as he kissed out
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[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Uh, I be flourished under the fire, laugh in a face of doubt
You ain't got enough money, your fingers'll count me out
I heard haters supposed to do me somethin', all they do is pout
They don't do it in my presence cause they know what I'm about
Troy blow smoke, I ain't talkin' no weed
BSB n***as, we a whole 'nother breed
They try to bury us, they ain't know that we was seeds
Growin' from the concrete, open crack, we succeed, n***a
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[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Uh, over green, red inf, black gage
Dude p**y, put 'em on back page
Above the law, what the f** I'm respectin' 'em for?
Money and violence, do disrespect in his jaw
I get them Ms and believe I'm every bit of a G
I keep the Ks and your girlfriend can get the D
You want to get money? Need to get wit' me
Mr. Flee, got more gold chains than Mr. T
Summertime, chillin' on the stoop
Fire hydrant on and fiend cleanin' up the coupe, but I...
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
Eighty on the pinky, hundred on the other hand, man
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