[Verse 1: Vince Wash]
I'm from Duval County, 904 yeah I said a lot
I'm going to float the boss year around
So you know I'm f**ing hot
E told me to go in
So I'm about to go in
f** all these cats because my dog is my only friend
Grew up in the projects
Single mom, had to work a lot
Cousin taught me how to fight, So I had to scrap a lot
Everything was bad man except for these canned goods
Serving sandwich microwave bacon man that sh** was good
Social Service at the door, mom told them that we was good
Mom serving (?) out the closet man, momma hood
Get this Money, Get this Money
Hustle in my f**ing veins
Can't stand a p**y n***a
Talking to 'em bring me pain
Would say your name
If I say it then I can't bang
n***as shook my hand
The turn around and start say my name
Man I can't stand them p**y n***as
Acting p**y n***a
Dick frying a** n***a
Hurt your fragile p**y n***a
Everybody in this thing
Bars is riding with your boy
Met a b**h in the booty club
Money brought me joy
Man this is real sh**
You can call it real rap
You don't look in your eyes
I guess it won't no real dap
Streets getting reckless
They'll k** you over a neck less
Money, Money, Money, Money
Only thing on my checklist
Uncle taught me how to chlorinate clothes
Bring it back
Bro taught me don't waste time
You can't make it back
Sis taught me, not to trust a hoe
They will ll crawl back
Granny taught me a fat a** and a smile
Will get you trapped
Mama taught me how to bet 5
And get 20 back
Cuz taught me streets ain't safe
n***as get you whapped
Man this that street coat
You can call it wet
Like Joboe with the strap
Crest sharp like a f**ing knife
Nike Cortez, try my best dawg to keep them white
Clothes under the mattress, slept on one side the whole night
(Damn)