[Verse 1: Bakarii]
There's so much money to be made
N***as gotta stay camouflaged
We ready to mob can't take no loss, gotta have that [?] Nina, Ross
[?] hall of [?] boss dog, man
Gun to my hand hi to my land crew
Scoob, if it [?] like some [?]
Escape underground, let them other fakers drown
It's midwest on [?] fuck the rest
A threat to society [?] microphone check
Always get respect, n***a I'm real till I'm killed
Gotta steal, [?] my window sill
I'm still a soldier, sharp like a raiser blade
Flaming what I claim, [?] this game
[?] and Imma be checking my grip [?] about six clips
Ready to make the hit
Stеady protectin' my grip

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Beginning my day counting change
Hustling up is onе of them things
Living the life of a hustler, man
Stacking my [?]
You should do the same
Get your [?]
[?] pay your doos
With some trues known for breaking rules
This how I choose to live
[?] to feed my crew
Hoping and praying I [?]
Only God can judge me for this life I live
Yet still, you try to tell me how to keep it real
Be a slave at this job just to pay my bills
[?] is what I make when I [?]
[?] everytime I [?] these fucking rocks
[?] and your crew, stack some cheese
Got some keys
Flip the script and top the charts [?]
[Chorus: Bakarii]
There's so much money to be made
N***as gotta stay paid
Can't take no loss
Worldwide, get your sauce
So much game
Remain true to what you [?]
Cause it's all about the cash
Fuck your crew
There's so much money to be made
N***as gotta stay paid
Can't take no loss
Worldwide, get your sauce
So much game
Remain true to what you [?]
Cause it's all about the cash
Fuck your crew

[Verse 3: Rock Money]
I kept it clever as a young n***a [?] the word
Got a gun finger on the trigger, fools get [?]
Got your mama [?] try to pay me
Now watch how quick a n***a pay me
[?] keep your hand on your [?]
Your clean ass block, [?] man on [?] plan
[?] relish [?]
Ain't no green for me, [?]
Escape off the premise, grimmis
[?] right in your mouth
Gun right at your head down south
[?] snitched to the po po
Every motherfucker acting like he stupid and he don't know
I'm rolling out with Rogue Dogs
Check in with my Tripple Life n***as
Midwestside
[?] you can test it
[?] on the streets if my money gets low
Don't sleep
[Verse 4: Short Nitty]
I can't keep my mind off my hustle
My grind and my struggles
Since the first time, mama pushed me out the pussy muscles
Hear me screaming out for relish like a bitch being [?]
[?] my paper chasing [?], and I'm [?]
I'm having visions of me hog styling, [?] my albums
My producer Diamond [?], [?] thousands
56 n***as with me, when I yell Rogue Dog
[?] with a so called [?]
SI sware it's fuck 'em, with a [?]
[?] I'm strapped with that 80 when I'm [?]
Ain't no tellin what they just might try to do to me
Pull me over, hit me up, and watch me die in the streets
Not me
I live life heartless
[?] till I bail
On these Kansas City streets, [?] midwest [?]


[Chorus: Bakarii]
There's so much money to be made
N***as gotta stay paid
Can't take no loss
Worldwide, get your sauce
So much game
Remain true to what you [?]
Cause it's all about the cash
Fuck your crew
There's so much money to be made
N***as gotta stay paid
Can't take no loss
Worldwide, get your sauce
So much game
Remain true to what you [?]
Cause it's all about the cash
Fuck your crew