We havin' it, falsin' no matter, son of your great
Every day and tomorrow, we all in parlay
Sippin' drank, blowin' hay, doja in my ashtray
Keepin' my composure, but I remember it was days
I cried, lied, just to get money
Walkin' round like a zombie, messin' up like a dummy
The man took it all from me, cause I wasn't showin' love
Now I ride down on dubs, and get Chinese back roads
In the club, I mix and mingle with niggas, ladies, and hoes
Business before pleasure, real players get chosed
Naked chest and wrist froze, but what do it all mean?
The cash, the cream, stayin' focused with ghetto dreams
Pinky free, ice and platinum, full of invisible scent
Diamonds on shine, instead of grindin', is you feelin' me yet?
Trillion-cut earrings that bling
All up in your face, cause she's a mozzarella through everything
I done been to hell and back, but now my life on track
The fruit of all evil, I got the headache
Sittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheese
The money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a disease
I done been to hell and back, but now my life on track
The fruit of all evil, I got the headache
Sittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheese
The money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a disease
Now money plus attitude equals boss hoggin'
Real gon' be real, and the fake keep fallin'
No stallin', big callin', you haulin' perkin'
The disguise, Cadillac, Fleetwood with the skirts
Big on my head in a cowboy hat
Wavin' at the police, touch a dime
The way the cash ain't got a hat at
Playboy every nickel and dime
I'm still strugglin' and hustlin' out here like you
Tryin' to get mine on my old time
Lookin' to see a better tomorrow
Boss of all bosses, I don't take, I give
All those assets, what you brought to my vocab
Pay the rent, never forget the times
When my pockets was dustin' in
Listen, three, two, I've been through it
Put it down and go down, but stay true to it
Life, they came, it's a whole lot of pressure
Be smart, cause the drama's on the world, we'll test ya
I done been a healing bag, but now my life on track
The root of all evil, I got the headache
Sittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheese
The money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a disease
I done been a healing bag, but now my life on track
The root of all evil, I got the headache
Sittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheese
The money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a disease
I got that game check, baby
Building clientele, state to state
Movin' legal weight, waxing ease and tapes
Federal tapes, I pocket and profit
All day promotin' and politickin'
Shows off the highway, don't play with mine
Big face, dollar signs
Scratchin' and fightin' and gettin' that grind
It all come in time, must've been mine
I used to be, nowadays I got a little somethin' better to see
And look forward to, cause ain't nothin' promised
But death and the penitentiary
That can find us, graduated with honors
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