Uh, check Fast money off of bags that I passed junkies Pull your bitch and I smash she a crash dummy Your racks bummy, I stay fly in the finest Keep tools move in silence where it's wild violence Stay wise try to find solace Lil' niggas lose hope cause they folks smoke coke then solid It's fucked but I'm still out for profit Love the dough like chris wallace Slick posture, drug flip scholar, trick nada Make em' sniff out of crisp dollars Till they freeze up, keep freaks on they knees suckin' my seed up I'm re'd-up by the bodega started with small weight came up now my dough flow major Nobody gave me shit bitch I'm doing no favors Semi-auto with the lasers, blast turn ya face to mashed potatoes Blow the cartridge like the old sega If you owe paper, roll shakers Life's a dice game, my minds enticed by a vice you want stripes, a million dollars or an iced chain Or all three been raw since niggas wore tore tees Nobody fuckin' with the lord streetz (Nobody)
