Got to get some money if I ain't got none All it takes is a stinger and a mother***in' gun Need about two or three niggas but not really Cause I kinda feel safe walkin' straight with my name in it Me and my privateers go back and do a homicide Breakin' up the rap and then go out on the east side First I wrote a flow so rappers like us can get high off this bill So when we get to cap we won't have no pity Rolled up on the set, red snow, snow, snow, s-s-s-snow, s-s-s-s-snow, s-s-s-s-snow With the lights out and I say my name is on the cap and with the top down Also standin' on the corner zippin' off some alligators When I got the tape to get the bill and they comin' to spray Y'all can hear the *** burnin' up and I love the space Me from that spot so kill it to Tommy Wright just ain't no bait Ballin' down bills, addin' to a six and yellin' five If you get away, take my name to Laso Go and pop the trunk and put it up in the Casey bag Married in the yard of the house that my father had Now these sucka's been repeatin' rumors lurkin' on the street That I shot another and left his body like a refugee Yellow tape, drop by the club on the concrete Uncle Jed now a little skeptical Bitch I'm fake, bitch I'm fake, fake, fake Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake I was ten, I was ten, I was ten, I was ten I was ten to ride, then to bomb, *** a child *** a bitch that wanna take a leave and slide on my dog Slide on my dog, slide, slide on my dog Slide on my dog, slide I'm playin' songs with you when you don't know about it, bitch I'm playin' songs with you when you don't know about it, bitch