Uh, me and my niggas
Tryna get it, ya bish
Hit the house lick tell me
Is you with it, ya bish
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five
I know its vacant, ya bish
Dreams of living life
Like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers
Wasn't cool
I fucked Sherane
Then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond
"Let it Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in our
Top Ramen, ya bish
Parked the car then
We start rhyming, ya bish
The only thing
We had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse
When we see dollar signs
You looking like
An easy come up, ya bish
A silver spoon I know
You come from, ya bish
And that's a lifestyle
That we never knew
Go at a reverend
For the revenue
It go Halle Berry
Halle Berry
Or hallelujah
Or hallelujah
Pick your poison
Pick your poison
Tell me what you do
Tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect
Everybody gon' respect
The shooter
The shooter
But the one in front of
But the one in front of
The gun lives forever
The gun lives forever
And I been hustlin' all day
And I been hustlin' all day
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
Through canals and alleyways
Just to say
Just to say
Money trees is the perfect place
Money trees is the perfect place
For shade and
For shade and
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na na
Na na
A dollar might
A dollar might
Just fuck your main bitch
Just fuck your main bitch
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na
Na
A dollar might, say
A dollar might, say
"Fuck them niggas
"Fuck them niggas
That you came with"
That you came with"
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na na
Na na
A dollar might
A dollar might
Just make that lane switch
Just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na
Na
A dollar might
A dollar might
Turn to a million and we all rich
Turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Dreams of living life
Like rappers do
Bump that new E-40
At the school
You know big ballin'
With my homies
Earl Stevens had us
Thinking rational
Back to reality we poor
Ya bish
Another casualty at war
Ya bish
Two bullets in my uncle
Tony head
He said one day I'd be on tour
Ya bish
That Louis Burger
Never be the same
A Louis belt'll
Never ease that pain
But I'ma purchase
When that day is jerkin'
Pull off at Church's
With Pirelli's skirtin'
Gang signs out the window
Ya bish
Hoping all of 'em offend you
Ya bish
They say your hood
Is a pot of gold
And we gon' crash it
When nobody's home
It go Halle Berry
Halle Berry
Or hallelujah
Or hallelujah
Pick your poison
Pick your poison
Tell me what you do
Tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect
Everybody gon' respect
The shooter
The shooter
But the one in front of
But the one in front of
The gun lives forever
The gun lives forever
And I been hustlin' all day
And I been hustlin' all day
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
Through canals and alleyways
Just to say
Just to say
Money trees is the perfect place
Money trees is the perfect place
For shade and
For shade and
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na na
Na na
A dollar might
A dollar might
Just fuck your main bitch
Just fuck your main bitch
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na
Na
A dollar might, say
A dollar might, say
"Fuck them niggas
"Fuck them niggas
That you came with"
That you came with" hat's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na na
Na na
A dollar might
A dollar might,
Just make that lane switch
Just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
Na
Na
A dollar might
A dollar might
Turn to a million and we all rich
Turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel
That's just how I
Be the last one out
To get this dough? No way
Love one of you
Bucket-headed hoes? No way
Hit the streets, then
We break the code? No way
Hit the brakes
When they on patrol? No way
Be the last one out
To get this dough? No way
Love one of you
Bucket-headed hoes? No way
Hit the streets
Then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes
When they on patrol? No way
Imagine Rock up in the projects
Where them niggas
Pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss
Them stockings, liquor spilling
Pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue
Everyday I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese
From the government?
Gotta provide for
My daughter 'n' 'em
Get the fuck up
Out my way, bitch
Got that drum
And got them bands
Just like a parade, bitch
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys
Don't see my stash
If they do tell the truth
This the last time
You might see my ass
From the gardens
Where the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurking blood
Bitches selling pussy
Niggas selling drugs
But it's all good
Broken promises
Steal yo' watch and tell you
What time it is
Take your J's and tell you to
Kick it where a Footlocker is
In the streets with a heater
Under my dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded
Under a money tree
It go Halle Berry
Halle Berry
Or hallelujah
Or hallelujah
Pick your poison
Pick your poison
Tell me what you do
Tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect
Everybody gon' respect
The shooter
The shooter
But the one in front of
But the one in front of
The gun lives forever
The gun lives forever
And I been hustlin' all day
And I been hustlin' all day
This a way, that a way
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
Through canals and alleyways
Just to say
Just to say
Money trees is the perfect place
Money trees is the perfect place
For shade and
For shade and
That's just how I feel
That's just how I feel
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