I've seen cash. We've counted 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 thousand dollars on my kitchen table.

You ain't never count paper till you turn, sir.

Never.

You ain't never had to make do with drum work.

Nope.

Shit ain't coming back to get deliverance.

No!

It's a drought in the streets. Shit is serious.

My Migo got locked, sent us to the mud.

Back against the wall and I need a plug.

Flew the fam to the gams, can't reverse the heat.

I had 20 ,000 grams just last week.

Shit's out coming. Bills keep coming round.

Holding on my last bird, about to break it down.

Charging higher out of town than I would in Brooklyn.

Phone blowing, all the homies ask how it's looking.

You think if I had the work, I wouldn't call you to sell it?

You fucking jerk.

I start getting mad, talking out of frustration.

In the game, six figures could easily turn to Nathan.

Damn, I'm hot, dog.

The folk on the Mozzie grill picking up guac, dog.

Bought a white house off of Blox, dog.

And the presidential, watch me go to the top, dog.

I done came on up from the motherfucking floor.

Couple niggas be hating, I just be like so.

Well, show me love.

I don't never get mad, I just get that dough.

If the shit get bad, then I let the devil go.

You do it cause you have to, I do it cause I could.

And this is all factual, I do it for the hood.

Cock to four, cop and go.

Cause these drugs are for sale, they are not for show.

Keep an eye on the monitors and lock the door.

No comprende, unless it's bout lots of dough.

They love it, they still want it.

Yeah, Blox is still haunting.

Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it.

Hundred bundles by 9am's a ill morning.

A nigga looking good, the bitches is still on them.

Money, power, mega respect.

Yeah, Al -Qaeda's high, got the Montego Connect.

So look, that paper ain't right, they put the K to your neck.

Pay your family a visit, they send your baby a threat.

A little deeper than the repercussions on the block.

With all that being said, is you hustling or not?

So, I done came on up from the motherfucking floor.

From the dirt to mud.

Couple niggas be hating, I just be it like so.

We don't show no love.

I don't never get mad, I just get that dough.

If the shit gets bad, then I let that go.

I don't get mad, I get dough.

I get bags and get low.

Everybody with me good, my bitch bad as shit though.

You get gas, you sick though.

We whip ass, we Klitschko.

It gets bad or shit slow.

We really with the shit, bro.

Twist your cap forward, kinda sick what the thirst do.

When I'm hungry, I ain't myself.

Snicker commercial.

I gotta eat, before a nigga catch your attitude.

And start looking at the gang like it's platter food.

Fuck sandwiches, I want the chips and dip.

Whips are quick, contour seats, grips the hip.

At 63 talk, at least 100 grand, I understand.

They put me on a flyer for 20.

I'm a wanted man, son of Sam.

I was born in 77.

Your bitch a late night slurpee, she 7 -Eleven.

Yeah, the family, so you gotta love it.

I'm the boss, so I gotta come.

Man, I got that glow.

I done came on up from the motherfucking flow.

Couple niggas be hatin', I just be it like so.

I don't never get mad, I just get that dough.

Powder.

If this shit get bad, then I let that go.