Verse 1
This time it's for the money money
My tummy rumbling on the humble
But you finna get the pop
Put you back into your mumble for that money money
It's not even personal
I go live when I'm working
So sorry I was too busy to even post a story
I was posted with the grams
Slanging off the corner
I know I'm in demand
Doin rounds like a door to door
I know you been a fan, I mean
I know you been a fiend in fact
I know just what you need
Yo where my money money
Pushing mad cold with the business
Been had though
That kinda pushed the man into the business
But the competition chippin
It's common, the fear of change
My product some kind of magic
I Frank Lucas the game
Give a damn what you think of me and mines though
Fuck you in the game for
I'm in it for survival
You in it for the wave shit
We in it for the title
God with every verse
It's like I bit it off the bible