We’re gonna get it, cook it, then sell it
I done been to prison, I ain’t scared to go to prison
If I die tonight, homie send the kilograms to heaven
I done prayed for this life a million times my n***a
All this drug money can’t free my n***a
We k**ed for it when they k**ed my n***a
Grandma praying for me, auntsie praying for me
Grandpa watching me, greg gets too
Mark and rob rhyme too, man I miss y’all too
I don’t rubber band a stack man I rubber band 2
20 more bundles bout a frank millie too
Plenty more bundles bout the frank millie 2
Brown baggin in the ashton, feds on our a**
Man I’m tryina spend the paper before they endite me
If we go into courtroom you know I’m getting life man
f** these hoes man they ain’t gonn write me
All y’all lying man, y’all ain’t gonn write me
You know I’m an earner, it’s 3 in the morning
And I’m still gonn serve em
Black ruger on me just in case I gotta murder
Hit man money just in case I gotta murder
Sneaker game murder, …came murder
You know I’m going harder,
They found the cure but I’m still wearing the condom
2 baby mamas I don’t want em more drama
I made 99 bands I ain’t got one problem
And I ain’t taped up yet, tell em I’ma stood in up this coke life subject
Homie I progress, look at my whole dress
Swayin red bottoms got an a** s**ing more dick
Count that money b**h get a baby motion
See me in the hood, means I’m picking up more checks
Homie lost the work man n***a that’s your dick
Cut her off the set then leave it on the door step
I know where I’m going, I don’t need a f**ing compa**
I don’t got tints but the phantom got curtains
Coke money, got these bad hoes t**ng
Coke money, got these jack boys lurking
Coke money, got the feds recordin
Coke money, buy me brand new jordans
I ain’t worry no bullsh** jump man
I’ve been balling since the motherf**ing jump man
I keep the shooter just in case they wanna jump me
I remember jummin on the bright lights
Now I’m the king of the nightlife
Bet a half a mill I don’t fight tonight
You can see the stamps for the right price
I’m addicted to this life on some real sh**
I don’t eat with the n***as I don’t starve with
I don’t smile with the b**hes that I chill with
Just don be the motherf**ing snake rim
Blood bath be that motherf**ing crack sh**
Feregamo belt buckle on the snakes skin
This can’t be life that I’m stuck in
Cause all the brand new faces I don’t know them
And all the brand new faces I don’t trust them
More money, more problems, that’s truth
More money, more problems, I’m the proof
More money, more problems, that’s truth
More money, more problems, I’m the proof