[Intro]
(JB made that beat)

[Verse]
Go get some money, I'ma tell you that if I don't tell you nothin'
Couple shooters on the Northside, make a phone call, they gon' get it done
Turn a twenty-ball to a honey bun, I just gave a stripper bitch a hundred ones
Started off with a quack, ran up my sack, n***a, I was gettin' fronted
He was smokin' K2, we was talkin' good 'til the n***a went zombie
Shawty went down the paper route, take me out the hood, but you can't take it out me
The streets can't go a week without me, we bе in your bushes, we don't beat around 'еm
Whoopty-whoop paid what's-his-name to kill what-his-hame for a couple thousand
I been juggin' last twelve hours, molly brick got the hood scaldin'
Bricks of white got the hood hot, Fabuloso and two pots
A new bitch mean a new spot, swear I'ma show you how to work two clocks
Went to sleep with the scale on, you would think I went and bought two watches
Left wrist, right wrist, bustdown both of 'em
Real trapper, I could cook a brick, n***a, with no arms
I was makin' juggs way before I had some height on me
I was thirteen makin' plays off the house phone
You ain't run your money up, you wasn't workin' hard as us
(And I made yourself the plug, you might get your water cut)
You was tryna be a shooter, I was tryna be a boss
(Told you n***as I don't eat noodles, had to cut some n***as off)
I know that these n***as tellin', bitches out here droppin' salt
(All my opps, they broke as fuck, tell 'em we forever ballin')
My trap is forever straight, junkies gon' forever call me
(If I make a hit today, I'ma buy some bricks tomorrow)