Ted Smooth - Quarter Million lyrics

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Ted Smooth - Quarter Million lyrics

[Hook: Troy Ave] Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands If you ain't into gettin' money, you won't understand Petty motherf**er, I got bigger plans I been about my business and I been a man More money, more problems, I invite the stress More money, more problems, I invite the stress More money, more problems, I invite the stress RIP to B.I.G., the homie said it best [Verse 1: Troy Ave] In the streets of Brooklyn, I'm a motherf**in' hero Started runnin' wit' the 'caine like Nevin Shapiro Speakin' of frauds, when I'm out, they be MIA p**y-n***as know better than to get in my way You playin' both sides, you don't think we know about it Until you both die and they make' a show about it Cold Case Files, cold Cristal Givin' pain, sippin in pagne' as he kissed out [Hook] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Uh, I be flourished under the fire, laugh in a face of doubt You ain't got enough money, your fingers'll count me out I heard haters supposed to do me somethin', all they do is pout They don't do it in my presence cause they know what I'm about Troy blow smoke, I ain't talkin' no weed BSB n***as, we a whole 'nother breed They try to bury us, they ain't know that we was seeds Growin' from the concrete, open crack, we succeed, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Uh, over green, red inf, black gage Dude p**y, put 'em on back page Above the law, what the f** I'm respectin' 'em for? Money and violence, do disrespect in his jaw I get them Ms and believe I'm every bit of a G I keep the Ks and your girlfriend can get the D You want to get money? Need to get wit' me Mr. Flee, got more gold chains than Mr. T Summertime, chillin' on the stoop Fire hydrant on and fiend cleanin' up the coupe, but I... Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands Eighty on the pinky, hundred on the other hand, man [Hook]