Its all about the money there ain't shit here els to talk about
I be on the block with my goblins and we gunna spark em out
And I'm sick of them cappin', if they don't got it then why they actin'
Money I'm grabbing and bad bitches I'm smashin'
I'm just a demon that be surrounded by devils
Holdin' the heater I guess that I'm a bad fella
And they didn't see me coming with these bars that I be spittin' hard
This come from the heart and the box you know that I'm taking off
Call my shot like babe ruth, take your bitch by day two
He fucked up off that petty shit, he really tried to go save a bitch
But don't you know these bitches for the streets and shit(Yah Facts)
It's all about my squad and my money I get bags (Yah)
I'm keep on running this shit up and thats on Dre (Yah)
Always staying sturdy gotta stay up in your lane (Yah)
Gotta bust a stain and shit you know I'm doing it
I been whipping stoshys ever sense a little shity jit
You not on that type of time and we already know that
We could really spin the block and give your ass a toe tag
I just had to get that shit up off my chest
Bitch Im always with the shits so don't try to come press
And I know these goofys plotting on me
They wanna see me fuckin' fall and lose all off my money
We aint sugar coating shit we been on the brick
I been flipping it, fuck it they still hitting it
And they need some more their vanes is tingling
Fuck what you want, fuck what you heard
I be getting money, you be chilling with the birds
Srt im swervin' demons, devil on me
I think I need a preacher, this shit get lonely when you shitting money
I got duffles on me SOG I know I'm chosen
Duke and Frozo flowing, fuck with me and pick your poison
Outside posted with are holsters
Yeah I know I'm the coldest, I got a chip on my shoulder
I fuck and leave when it's over
I can't do this when I'm sober
Percy I'm like 30 deep balinci rocking louie v
What the fuck you doin trying me
I need you god, the devil trying me
I ain't slipping I'm the one sliding down on the opps what the fuck you thought
Ain't no rest for the wicked
I ain't got no time I'm gettin down to bussines
On my mind, all I got is millions
Free my guys out the pen they doin calendars
So while they gone I'm counting up and when they out
I'm be making sure that they counting up