Let this bitch breathe fo a minute...
Let that bitch breathe fo a minute...
But what that is?

[Verse 1]
So it’s back to the block to make moves
I gotta get that loot, stack that money like a jew
It’s on to the next, my old girl old news
And my paint job China White I make yo bitch drool
I bet he don’t got a clue, she send pics to me n***
Turn that kitty into a pool, I’m a fool
Shit, that slow dough will give yo ass the blues
That OG keep my eyes suu woo
But I’m all about my green, by all means that’s the truth
Since a teen I been that dude, give me room
Daydreaming about a coup on 22’s
But in reality I’m sitting on this stoop
I’ve seen cops beat a n***a black and blue
I swear they don’t know me from my can of soup
I’m highed up, higher than your penthouse roof
This that Good Sense 2 follow by the kenner loot, n***a

[Hook]
And I got a lil big money, but I’m still tryin’ get it
Still on my paper mission, still handle my business
I love my sisters, I don’t love no bitches
Make a bitch cry a lake, better yet cry a river
That's cold as December, I’m fucking up my lungs
My dawg fucking up his liver from this weed and all this liquor
And we still don’t give a, you know
[Verse]
Try to smoke away my problems, but that ain't work
And for a quick dollar they head first
I finally got some leather on my headrest
Flow so sick, it need bed rest
Hustling like I ain’t got no cash left
In this BFA until my last breath
And ain’t shit changed but my address
Old school with it, money in my mattress
Label me a n***a man a Braveheart
True hustler, grinding with no days off
Tryin to get it while I’m still living
Blowing piff in a whip with no ceiling
Try not to make the news, try and shake the penitentiary
And I still say a prayer for my enemy
She stuck around when I was down, that’s a down bitch
She got good sense, she ain't on no clown shit

[Hook]
And I got a lil bit money, but I’m still tryin’ get it
Still on my paper mission, still handle my business
I love my sisters, I don’t love no bitches
Make a bitch cry a lake, better yet cry a river
That's cold as December, I’m fucking up my lungs
My dawg fucking up his liver from this weed and all this liquor
And we still don’t give a, you know