[Hook]
Pistols? We pop em'
Bricks? We cop em'
We break em' down and send them to the block and let the junkies rock em'
Money? We get it
And real n***as flippin'
We kickin' a little knowledge so you young n***as get it
From the streets to the cells, you better play this game right
Cause' one false move man that sh**'ll make you lose your life
There's rules to this hustlin' cause' n***as come from strugglin' and all we know is bubblin'
[Verse 1]
In the morning I wake up
Then I roll an eighth up
My b**h put on her makeup cause' it's time to get our cake up
Its fast life we livin', no time for chillin'
Its a hundred plus k**ings and I'm out here ducking prison cause' I got a Glock on my lap
Lil Cook from the trap
And I made it out that b**h and them n***as gone like that
So they pillow talking with b**hes
The workers turned to snitches
But all my clips extended if you want it come and get it
And I ain't running from no problems and I ain't duckin' none either
But before you start that violence n***a gotta get your cheese up
In the town right now, a choppa cost a rack and I'm prepared to spend this bread to put a n***a on his back
So I have Lil J in the room now I got some problems I'm coming to get you I got my chopper you got your block
n***a we sliding through to k** you
We brothers but from different mothers bang for blocks f** colors my n***as about trouble
You ain't on my side f** em'
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[Verse 2]
I'm balling on they b**h a**
I got these n***as so mad
That Lamborghini so fast
You f**ing with a top hat
I break bread with k**ers
My daddy was a dealer and I only f** with strippers you don't know a n***a realer
I was the first on 22's, the first on 24's the youngest in this foreign sh**, liftin' Lambo doors
Gold round my name n***a bring your resume wit'chu I didn't see you in the streets when I was in the rain gettin' it
And I got it out the mud
I was sittin' on a pillow slidin' in the sideshow when n***as rolled on dubs
You ain't in my league, I don't f** with scrubs
You the type of n***a wait in line to get in club
I pop bottles and stunt
It's Cookie Money n***a
Went from sellin' dope to sellin' hoes now a n***a eatin' off [?]
From projects to private jets while you n***as is still loco
Money got me goin' loco don't get shot by this 4-4
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