[Hook] x2 - Ca$his
I got my mind on this money, motherfucker a hater
And they worry bout no broads, I'm just tryina get paper
On the grind 24/7, smoking on them vapor
Living life of a hustler, ducking, dodges all them cases

[Verse 1] - Ca$his
Jump bad on your punk ass
Live fast and get with the blast
And I get cash, get past, in the whip
Looking at your bitch ass
Hit bags and get jet lag
It's like a drag going up my set and
Got an automatic clappin weapon
Bullshit hit em up, no question
Got 4 hoes at the west end
Got more dough than expected
Got a cold flow, when I'm go blow
Like it's coco, when it's raekwon the chefe
Hot n***a on block dealing, like it's no fear for the cops in him
Chop with him, bout to bring'
Plot n***as, I'm watching em, green light, no stopping em
I'm going hard till I'm rich as fuck
Or tragic, like john lennon
My auntie died where ron in em
My block just like he run n***a
I rule my shit with an iron fist
I'm wild now, sit down n***a
Paper chasin, got major cake, and I'm on the clock like flavor flake
Catch a fake with no need to shake
What's 9, he's lame
Certified killa, half a million dollar n***a
My hustle say I'm a winner
Mind on my money, 4 time go getter
I'm going out to no n***a, killa
[Hook] x2

[Verse 2] - Kuniva of D12
Bitches be all on me calling me, tryina get paper
Don't do me no favor, I'm in the mix so they know that I'm doing it major
Bitch I call you later, I gotta get a till I'm slumped
Not worrying about no chumps
In the fast lane, with no speed bumps
It's like a mars broad you on pumps
Killing your chick the Wesley pipe down
I need my bread like right now
I want my digits don't care how I spend it
I leave the bank with a slice mile
N***a you off of that hoe shit
In love in the crib all hoe sit
She used to talk in bad to you
Now you broke that bitch talking no shit
Don't wife that, go and wife that bread
Leave the state and hop out that bed
Go get the franklins, fuck if she leaves
She see you stacking, she'll be right back
N***as are born to survive
They threw us in ghettos, we strived
To make it up out of a system designed
To keep us in debt till we die
That's why I go hard, never turn up
This money one day gonn burn up
So I'm investing, buy me some lands
To grow me some fruits on my turn up
Went side and went too deep
Me and cashius off in these streets'they murdering these beats
[Hook] x2

[Verse 3] - Obie Trice
It's a vendetta for me getting cedar while ducking and dodging beretas
My severance has no more relevance, so I be watching on future endeavors
It's evident that I'm an elephant in the room when I'm pursuing my talents
Kill em with elegance under my elements
So why they forcing me to violence
They wanna pop shots at the pilot
But when they pop shots, I'ma pop back
Bet I'ma turn that bitch on the silent
So when the sirens come, it's no eye witness
Only eye witness you expiring
Like old me, like old b, '
Got a party and few guys there, in the kitchen
Working that visual
Won't leave em there, I'm a visionaire
Look up n***a be millionaires
Mcm seeing' I'ma feed my airs, leave em lairs
Seasons change, my seasons there
Pardon me if I lost you
That's the type of shit that a boss do
My thoughts be coming off awful
Special to a n***a no floss to him
Don't forcify my truth, cause a riot with my crew
Slugs fly, tryina take away mine, for all the shit I've been through
[Hook] x2