[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]