[Intro]
(Brutal Money)
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse]
Sayin' no to drugs, loyal over love
I was fucked up just like you, how could I judge?
Youngins puttin' buttons on them thangs just for fun
Shit, that's what it is, I can't go off how it was
Now it's only one rule, never leave your gun, huh
Was a lil' n***a, now I'm feelin' like I'm Pun, uh
Got it out the trenches, diamonds on me glisten
Wasn't fuckin' with me, now I rap, so she miss me
Tryna hide the fake and say it's love, that shit risky
Every time it's money on the floor, we gon' blitz it
Money counter regular, hundred thous' regular
Bitch can't even send you a band, get a better one
I can't say that shortage on them Glocks, we got several
Every fuckin' pocket got a knot, look like dinner roll
Jim Jones, ballin', back in '06
I can't fuck with fake n***as, I can't wife a broke bitch
Nothin' bigger than the fam, gotta keep it close-knit
I see n***as love to talk, they don't even know shit, uh
Couple hundred thousand, out of public housing
'Member n***as counted me out, they miscounted
Hangin' with a n***a and he told, you allow it
I don't play with kids, you probably still get an allowance
Sayin' no to drugs, loyal over love
I don't give a fuck, I cut you off, can't be my blood, huh
I'm the type to rather catch a case than a slug, huh
I just had a baby girl, I'm waitin' on a son