Quarter million dollars fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherf**ker 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 big the homie said it best
In the streets of brooklyn I'm a motherf**kin' hero
Started runnin' wit' the 'caine like nevin shapiro
Speakin' of frauds when I'm out they be in my ear
Pussy-niggas 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 makin' sure about it
Cold case files cold cristal
Givin' pain sit in pain as he kissed out
Quarter million dollars fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherf**ker 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 big the homie said it best
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 niggas 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
Quarter million dollars fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherf**ker 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 big the homie said it best
Over green red if black gage
Do p***y put 'em on back page
Above the law what the f**k I'm respectin' 'em for
Money and violence do disrespect in his jaw
I get them ms and be leave 'em every bit of 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
Five hundred and fiend cleanin' up the coupe but I
Quarter million dollars fifty rubber bands
Eighty on the pinky hundred on the other hand man
Quarter million dollars fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money you won't understand
Petty motherf**ker 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 big the homie said it best
