[Intro]
Lasik, Lasik
Eh
Beats
Woo!
Free the sauce
C-Biz
Hurricane (Money March X6)

[Chorus]
We dem n***as from SK (gang)
Trappin' was the only way
I'm tryna fill my dinner plate
I chase the money like a race
When you're doing good they start to hate
When the hell will people change?
Try to never trust the fake
That can be an early grave

To these bitches I'm a (playa)
Watch your missus I might take her
Real n***a not a faker
I count this money when I wake up
I'm in the kitchen like a baker
Imma serve up someone later
Imma take your bitch out shopping
Imma spend some hundreds on her make-up

[Verse 1]
I know these ladies are freaky
They will tell you that I'm cheeky
I pose with my racks cos I'm cheesy
But it make them wanna beat me
When the police ask me questions
I didn't see nothing I'm Stevey
Killing n***as we are destined (preach)
High levels we'll be reachin' (preach)
I got suttin' on the way
I got money in the safe
Never playin' with the snakes (Nah)
Talkin' on your squad is gay (faggot)
Whippin white girl, Ricki Lake
It ain't dry you gotta wait
Over here everything's real
Don't compare me to the fake

[Chorus]
We dem N***as from SK (gang)
Trappin' was the only way (trapping)
I'm tryna fill my dinner plate
I chase the money like a race
When you're doing good they start to hate
When the hell will people change?
Try to never trust the fake
That can be an early grave

To these bitches I'm a playa
Watch your missus I might take her
Real n***a not a faker
I count this money when I wake up
I'm in the kitchen like a baker
Imma serve up someone later
Imma take your bitch out shopping
Imma spend some hundreds on her make-up

[Verse 2]
Flip the food like a pancake
Hit the sales with a handshake (money march)
My n***as got the best work
Tony the Tiger is great (woh, SKRT)
I send the young boy to country
He's gonna keep my trap running (trap)
Hundred bitches wanna fuck me (woh)
And Imma touch 30 of 'em (trust)
We score points so fuck the goal keeper
Don't call up my phone for no reason
We don't bring it back if it ain't right
We rewrote that shit make it decent
We got the light like the daytime
And we got dark like the evening
My n***as been trappin' no sleepin'
Came a long way from the precinct

[Chorus]
We dem n***as from SK (yah)
Trappin' was the only way
I'm tryna fill my dinner plate
I chase the money like a race
When you're doing good they start to hate
When the hell will people change?
Try to never trust the fake
That can be an early grave

To these bitches I'm a playa
Watch your missus I might take her
Real n***a not a faker
I count this money when I wake up
I'm in the kitchen like a baker
Imma serve up someone later
Imma take your bitch out shopping
Imma spend some hundreds on her make-up

Money March (X8)