[Intro]
(I wrote to the [?] gotta make me a pistol)

Good sense

[Verse 1]
They tryna count me out
They gotta be out of they mind
Steady make that cover, I had to swallow my pride
Talking that money talk I hope the feds ain’t tapping my line
I got a pocket full of hope yeah I got a pocketful of dimes
If you ain’t talking bout getting rich then don’t waste my time
Glow like Leroy they can’t block my shine
Clientele like dope boy, I got em waiting in line
Like Xsoft billy I'm just tryna get mine
They said it’s lonely at the top so I brought my squad
Ain’t had no whip came a long way from bumping a ride
And that’s suicide on my block n***a that’s do or die
You either ride or gettin rolled on boy
You either steal or get stole boy
You either shooting or you getting shot
You either balling or you getting by
On the road to riches gotta make me a piss stop
You know stop at the liquor store man
I made impossible possible man
Ain’t got no time for no games
This life throw obstacles man
You better play the game but don’t play yourself
I had a job but I quit now the boy pay himself
And I'm still mobbing I'm steady spitting this hood gospel
I made a money mattress just for me to lay on top it
So top that I'm riding round with my top back, so hold tight
[Verse 2]
That’s the shit I been waiting on for my whole life
And I'm stacking that money, I'm stackin' that money
I'm stacking that money, fuck saving that money
I'm burning that money cause I'm making that money so hold tight
This the shit I been waiting on for my whole life so hold tight
This the shit I been waiting on for my whole life
And I'm stacking that money, I'm stackin' that money
I'm stacking that money, fuck saving that money
I'm burning that money cause I'm making that money so hold tight
This the shit I been waiting on for my whole life (for my whole life, for my whole life)