Jet Life - Young Ballers lyrics

(Intro) Hit the money, n***a Get the money, n***a Hit the money, n***a (Verse) Look, when I hit the block, it was in the red drop-top Loud pipes, nice rims, homie, that's how I rock If you wouldn't see me then, I bet you could see me now You n***as ain't makin' noise(?), you tellin' us we too loud Don't make me use my capoeira, you should know I'm a soldier Raised uptown, marinated up in Manoey Live my life in the streets, I gotta keep it G Can't be broke, gotta get it by all means I gotta fold with it, put it in my hands I'mma show you what I'mma do with it I wanna hustle, it's so natural, I'm gonna flip it Catastrophe if you're after me I'm gon' get it, you betta lay low, woolie Everyday they got another story Bout another n***a bein' took out his glory Look, I'mma do me like this b**h I'm with Neva get tired of this pimpin' sh** I got the block sowed up with this audio deep If you eva in the city, come holla at me Last of a dyin' breed, still on this earth It seems like all the real muthaf**as got murked And if it's not that then they locked up in the can How I can gonna get this f**in' money, y'all don't understand Just tryna have a Rarri and tryna cop a Lamb Pull up on a muthaf**a like what's happenin' Toes, they be tryin' to get the best of me Don't be askin' all em questions standin' next to me I'mma kick it how I kick it cuz it keep me payed And you can't hang with us tho cuz you got b**h ways Watch we cut up on n***as just like a swish blade Only thang left to do is roll up and get payed Yeah, I'm a real n***a, I promise to neva fold Break ? my n***as and stick to the G code