[Intro]
(Tae)
Ayy

[Chorus: Trenchrunner Poodie]
I know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever, 'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real, so they lost me
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, I was blind when they crossed me, damn
Hey, I done did it all with the realest n***as
Somethin' like Picasso on that mic', I paint the illest pictures
Just make them youngins slide, you can hide, but they still'll get you
My n***a doing life, wrong or right, Poodie still with you

[Verse 1: Trenchrunner Poodie]
Yеah, 'member we wеre broke, now it's racks, boy
I was gettin' money 'fore I did the song with Jackboy
Had OG tellin' me, "You doing good," I took my hat, boy
I came from that north in that house cooking crack, boy
Yeah, now I'm rap trappin', it's the same thing
Drip the Cartier bust down, Rolex plain Jane
'Member they wasn't fuckin' with me, funny how quick things change
I'm still with the gang-gang, I'll never change lanes
Yeah, gotta pop a Perc' just to meditate
Feel like we finally made it, pop a bottle, we could celebrate
I still run the trenches, but I'm global, I had to elevate
I had to cut 'em off, I seen the signs, n***as hella fake, damn
They wasn't fuckin' with the kid, they say he pressure now
Yeah, they done put me on another level now
Yeah, you wonder how I been, I'm doing better now
Free my n***a Boosie, know he waitin' on a letter now
I'm at the top, but they told me it get lonely
Lookin' down at these n***as like the world mine, Tony
'Member living for tomorrow, now I'm living for the moment
And I ain't gotta bust a strap, I got a shooter gang, Kony
And I can't even tell you why they mad at me
I thought this would've be somethin' they would be glad to see
My daddy was a gangster, so I had to be
I had to creep
Yeah, looking at the world in my rearview
My n***a drilled it in my head, don't let 'em kill you
Just keep on doing what you doing, they gon' feel you
And you ain't gotta rap no lies, that's the real you
I keep on having conversations with the old me
I'm finna rob the rap game 'cause they owe me
They in disguise telling lies, they don't know me
I never had shit, rest in peace Doe B, yeah
Ayy, these diamonds got 'em starin', tell 'em stop comparin'
Poodie in this bitch, now he stayin'
Yeah, she know I'm the man, got it off the land
Tryna pull up on them folks McLaren
Yeah, they feeling what I'm sayin', hot, I need a fan
I can't do a verse unless you payin'
Got n***as in the can still gettin' bands
They done fucked around and gave your boy a chance, on everything
[Chorus: Trenchrunner Poodie]
I know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever, 'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real, so they lost me
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, I was blind when they crossed me, damn
Hey, I done did it all with the realest n***as
Somethin' like Picasso on that mic', I paint the illest pictures
Just make them youngins slide, you can hide, but they still'll get you
My n***a doing life, wrong or right, Poodie still with you

[Verse 2: Peezy]
My n***a doing life, I gotta hold it down
He got kids, gotta make sure they don't go without
I just came from the city, stoppin' by the house
Making sure everything straight like if you was out
My n***as slide for nothin', do it on the strength
Young n***as barely went to school, we was on the strips
Street n***a, Chevy on sixes, ridin' through the Six
We ain't really fallin' off of shit, all my n***as rich
You can hear the money talkin' if you listen
I can see you n***as broke, you ain't pay attention
Eighteen hundred for my jeans, that's an eight of Trisha
Why every time we talkin' money, all I hear is crickets?
Everybody say they boss 'til a boss come in the room
Man this rap shit fake as hell, all these n***as coon
When it's time to talk pape', it's like I'm talking to the moon
[Chorus: Trenchrunner Poodie]
I know they hear the money talkin'
Poodie pull up in whatever, 'member back when he was walkin'
And I was busy showin' love, it wasn't real, so they lost me
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, I was blind when they crossed me, damn
Hey, I done did it all with the realest n***as
Somethin' like Picasso on that mic', I paint the illest pictures
Just make them youngins slide, you can hide, but they still'll get you
My n***a doing life, wrong or right, Poodie still with you

[Outro: Trenchrunner Poodie]
Yeah