[Verse 1]
Soon as they hear me on a track they know who it is
That skinny a** n***a that's flying and always talking sh**
Everywhere I go, I rep my set, I represent
Pinky thumbs up, yup, Jet Life we in this b**h
Making maneuvers to get paid, so these b**hes choose us
Over the losers, we bossed up, there ain't nothing they can do to us
f**ing their hoes but they don't know because their brain is clueless
But anyway, I'm getting paper hater, what you doing
I'm counting stacks up, racked up, I never slacked up
On my job twenty-four seven, and it's mad thug
Do anything to get this change and avoid them handcuffs
And I don't do business with no lames, whoa that's bad luck, uh
And you can take that how you wanna
I ain't tripping off your feelings, I'm too high off marijuana
In my zone and im zoning ?
I only run with trill n***as, I'm too real for them phonies, you know
[Hook]
You know, inhaling that fire smoke
No pen or pad, this murder I spoke
Then took an oath, that I could never go broke
Alive and high, I'm wide awoke counting C notes
You know, inhaling that fire smoke
No pen or pad, this murder I spoke
Then took an oath, that I could never go broke
Alive and high, I'm wide awoke counting C notes
[Verse 2]
I never had much but I wanted it all though
You gotta grind for something you want, that's something we all know
Made that way up out that hole, f** being broke
Now I'm out on the rode, touching these C notes
f**ing these hoes, puffing this weed smoke
Everywhere I go, Imma' keep it real, just know
And you know, a n***a still getting it on the low
No time to f** around, that money calling I gotta go, uh
I'm so addicted to getting it
No prescription can cure my sickness, palms itching for the paper
No mistaking, I came to get it, and I got it, right in my pocket
All benj's simply, I'm on a mission, I gotta get me
I ain't the type to walk around with my pockets empty
n***as out here slipping, and me I'm just living
I came for it all, so I plan to leave with plenty, you know
[Hook]