� Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bitch Hit that house, niggas tell me, is you with it, ya bitch Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five, I know it's faking, ya bitch Dreams of living life like rappers do Back when condom rappers wasn't cool I *** Sharay and went to tell my bros Then ushered Rayman, let it burn, came on Hot sauce all in, I talk rhymin', ya bitch Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bitch The only thing we had to free our mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs You lookin' like a Yeezy, come up, ya bitch A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bitch And that's a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a revenue for the revenue Halle Berry or Hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you do Everybody go respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever The one in front of the gun forever And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's just how I feel Nah, nah Eight dollar mic, just *** your main, bitch That's just how I feel Nah, eight dollar mic Say *** them niggas that you game with That's just how I feel Nah, nah Eight dollar mic, just make that lane switch That's just how I feel Nah, eight dollar mic Turn to a million, then we all rich That's just how I feel Dreams of livin' life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 after school You know big ballin' with my homies Ro Stevens had us thinkin' rational Back to reality, we poor, ya bitch Ain't nothin' casualty at war, ya bitch Two bullets in my uncle Tony head He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bitch That Louis burger's never be the same A Louis belt'll never ease that pain But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' Pull off at churches with Pirelli skirtin' Gang signs out the window, ya bitch Hopin' all of them offend you, ya bitch They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gon' crash it when nobody's home It's hollaberry or holland blue Pick your poison, tell me what you do Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever The one in front of the gun lives forever And I been hustlin' all day This a way, that a way Through canals and alleyways just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's just how I feel Nah, nah Eight dollar mic, just *** your mane, bitch That's just how I feel Nah, eight dollar mic Say *** them niggas that you came with That's just how I feel Nah, nah Eight dollar mic, just make that lane switch That's just how I feel Nah, eight dollar mic Turn to a million and we all rich That's just how I feel Be the last one out to get the dough No way, love one of your bucket-headed hoes No way, hit the streets and we break the code No way, get to bricks when they on patrol No way, be the last one out to get the dough No way, love one of your bucket-headed hoes No way, hit the streets and we break the code No way, get to bricks when the on patrol No way, imagine rock up in them projects Where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings Liquors spillin', piss jus' poppin Baker's soda, y'all a whippin' Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a nigga I just hope the Lord forgive him Pops with cocaine residue Every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do When you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my dawg and them Get the *** up out my way, bitch Got that drum and I got them bands Just like a parade, bitch Drop that work up in the bushes Hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth This the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut Them serpents lurkin' blood Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs But it's all good Broken promises Still you're watchin' Tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it Where a felaka is In the streets with a heater Under my dungarees Dreams of me gettin' shaded Under a money tree They call me Halle Berry or Halle Louie Pick your poison, tell me what you do Everybody go respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever The one in front of the gun lives forever And I've been hustlin' all day This a way, better way Through canals and alleyways Just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's just how I feel Just bring my car back ***, he faded, he feelin' good Look, listen to him See, he has hell ***, he ain't even trippin' off them dominoes no more Just bring the car back