[Verse 1: Mack Nickels]
Spyral staircases in my house, got my legs weak
Put a Roley on her arm, but when I see her, she don't speak
I put money on they head, before I turn the other cheak
Been balling all my life, so it's hard for me to sleep
Even when I feel poor, shit, I still ain't miss a beat
I seen n***as lose they life, because they thought shit was sweet
Off the scene they was mad, when they saw I was stackin
Whole time, n***as got cruil intentions like Sabastion
I really [?] my fashion
Labels all on me, I don't care if they be matchin
Talk my life on these songs, so it seem like I'm cheating
You can tell how I move around, I'm really out here eating
[?] bitches kinda weak, but they kids make them decent
If we fuck, it ain't no secrets
If you ohe me, you can keep it
That crab in the bag, shit, the last thing I'm eating
Having money all my life, make me look at n***as different
I ain't get it out the mud, because I always had a plug
How you laying down with a n***a who ain't [?] a slug?
How you [?] with some n***as and you know they told before?
If I hear some shit about you, I'ma put it on the floor
I ain't pressed to hang with n***as, rather be around some hoes
I ain't even tryna fuck, it's just hard for me to trust
Yeah, your statis kinda different, when your chain 50 bucks
Hoes mad I know my worth, what I'm gaining if I fuck?
Arrogant as hell, my nose and my bucks up
And my credit is too, what a n***a need with you?
Usually the best head be the weakest out the crew
And the loudest one is broke, this is something you can quote
Remember [?] mattress, on my bed I still toss and turn
My right hand a hitman, [?] Tommy [?]
White supercharge Rover, did that shit for [?]
The streets really don't love you, that's what I learned
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Discussing profit with partners, while eating steak and lobster
I'm a mobster, bosses and hustlers in my roster
40 on me fucking up my posture
40 pointers on my neck, sipping Don right out of the bottle
Walk in the restaurant with body guards
The staff ike who the fuck is that?
Shit, it's
Giovanni, y'all
What you gon' end up if you copy [?]
They was claming to be dealers, please, boy, you was into fraud
I was picking up stacks and dropping [?] off
Came up from the bottom, now models, they wanna top me off
Jealous n***as tried to block me, dawg
I ain't complain, I just showed them n***as that they can't stop me at all
I'm 'bout my business, move pounds, I'm into fittness
Give you a shipment, just hit me when you get finished
Ain't in the trap, I'm in the European tinted
All they can see is this an icy n***a in it

[Verse 3: Mack Nickels]
Money just something that a n***a used to
You can toss n***as bags, but you can't make them groove
Shit crazy out here, I feel these n***as play to lose
It's only two options, richh or poor, what you choose?
Money just something that a n***a used to
You can toss n***as bags, but you can't make them groove
Shit crazy out here, I feel these n***as play to lose
It's only two options, richh or poor, what you choose?