West - f** Shopping lyrics

[Hook – West & Starlito] I just took the profit, said f** shopping Then doubled up on everything that I was copping My young n***a hit me talking bout some robins Next week I heard that he was back robbing You got to stack it up and make it count I know one bad lick'll take you out Buying brand names that you can't pronounce I take that same thing and put it in my account [Verse 1 – Quanie Cash] I been swerving all day through this traffic You don't know the risk I took to get this bread I'm stacking Can't explain the reason I'm strapped with this automatic Before I let you k** me them people gone have to grab me Know n***as rather rob and hustle, but please don't jack me I'm scared of what I might do back, I'm talking closed casket b**h blowing up my phone, she's a money bandit I remember when I was broke and she couldn't stand me I was on the corner serving work up out the plastic Now they say that I move weight, that's what rumor has it Can't be stupid with that bread, I'm smart enough to stash it If you had money for a minute then you Quanie Cashing [Hook] [Verse 2 - West] Whole summer it been dry, I been moving packs Pinch hitter, I got n***as who think they up to bat I front that sh** out to my people, let em double tax AF2O got that work, now who the f** is that? Same team still thugging since my younger days Hustle don't f** with everybody, stuck in his ways I guess my ways kept me safe, guess it's safe to say Hey I was putting n***as on, you was catching plays Difference between me and you, you ain't what you say Keep this between me and you, I said that in your face So many diamonds in my watch my j**ler lost count Hey I was building on my brand, you was missing out [Hook] [Verse 3 – Starlito] I lost my money like a goddamn [?] so many times that I went crazy Never count on anybody that I know to owe me something Like ay homie, when you gon pay me? They tryna get in front of me, won't nobody throw me nothing like Damn, I should've been saving All this young n***a sh**, I done that sh**, Lito, brought up in the 80s Versace, Versace, no not me n***a My n***as gon chop up this profit I get off the road, I make a deposit I'm tryna put my lil cousin through college Damn right I got it, it's staying right in pocket Paying all these bonds so ho your nails might not get polished Grind hard when I'm [?] Ain't sh** changed, I'm the same n***a I didn't have a dollar to my name n***a You the type to go broke and then blame n***as I did three shows in the same ‘fit FILA bro, I can't change n***a Hustle man, Quanie Cash, Lito giving you the game n***a Make it count [Hook]