� Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bitch Hit that house, they tell me, is you with it, ya bitch Home invasion, what's 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 *** Shireen and went to tell my bros Then ushered Raymond, 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 it, reppin' 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 at the school You know big ballin' with my homies Bro, 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 em' 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've 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 gang 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 breaks 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 breaks when they on patrol No way Magic rock up in them projects Where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings Liquor spillin', pistols poppin' Bacon, 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 daughter Then get the *** up out my way, bitch Knock 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 It's 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 falaka 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 don't 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 Got a big old fat ass Girl Girl I want your body I want your body Cause of that big old fat ass Girl See he has hell ***, he ain't even trippin' off them dominoes no more Just bring the car back Did somebody say dominoes?