[Intro:]
I mean y'all know where to find me
I ain't make it big yet
Easy, easy
Let me talk to ‘em
[Verse 1:]
Young n***a getting played like it's old news
Hottest n***a coming through the pro [?]
Might a saw me on your block in the old schools
Don't be alarmed, I'm on the clock, I don't know snooze
Big plans, new found stardom
Alot of sh** starting to change around Harlem
No remorse for the weak, talk from the streets
Gotta crawl before you walk, walk before you leap
Never sh** where you eat, that's a mandatory
Homey didn't listen to me, that's a different story
In the field, if anybody looking for me
But all I see is a bunch of n***as looking corny
Wearing tights and mini skirts and man bags
It's a disgrace to any pride a man has
It's the [?] some sh** you shouldn't see
But let me count this money while I sip this tea
[Chorus:]
Sitting here counting money
Getting head from a dime piece
Hear you n***as talking funny
You know where to find me
I'm in the field if you looking for me (x4)
[Verse 2:]
[?] free forever yelling free P.O.P
No consignment is rough I need C.O.D
Hope rap work, tired of trynna be low key
I'm tired of looking at this money for these legal fees
I wanna spend this like I'm trynna take the suds out it
Hold it to feds face, n***as can't do nothing ‘bout it
Meanwhile I'm doing shows in these small towns
But you don't really know I'm trynna get a plug out it
Dirty money, n***as that will murder for me
f** the room it ain't true if you ain't heard it from me
Mouthing at the lip you talking to the wrong n***as
You might as well wear a sign saying come k** us
We don't do the small talk, we don't like that
Take this a** whooping, you gonna die if you be right back
Stop trynna bark at n***as who gonna bite back
Matter fact, ‘bout a stack in it with it dice that
[Chorus]