So many hundreds, man, this bitch won't fall
I make a whole walk in 20 below
All my corner boys standin' by the liquor store
Summertime big bread out of control
Street money, street money, street money
My niggas sittin' in the penitentiary
Blamin' on all white jewelry
Mistaken identity, right?
Cause all blacks look alike
Every time I look in the mirror
I look at the struggle
I trip off myself like, what?
Shootin' my dice and rollin' my weed
We huddled up in a hut
Conversatin' and congregatin'
Me and my block baboons
Choppin' it up and marinatin'
On what's the next move
Should I try another field?
Or should I continue to sell windshields?
Live on the hill like Neil
Diamond and get my script
I ain't never cashed a check in my life
I wanted the fast quota
All my spots and my bitches' names
Pay my bills and money orders
Or
I came up with my own
I'm in the game on empty
I live out the game with plenty
Clean as *** on skinny
On a KFC or a Denny's
That's the plan of every black man
That been sold a dream or two
I wanna walk in his steps
But I can't fit in his shoes
I'm walkin' into the liquor store
Next to want me to buy him a brick
A pack of Swishers is a Newport
I told him I used to be just like you
So many hundreds, man, this bitch won't fold
I make a whole walk in twenty below
With all my corner boys standin' by the liquor store
Summertime big bread out of control
Street money, street money, street money
When it's all about money and ***
I'm a psychic
I put it up for sale and let the next man buy it
I'm in love with the hustle
When I add it all up
I need storage space
I didn't know I had all this stuff
I'm always spendin' money
Cuz I make so much of it
It's good pussy
All I wanna do is *** you
Quick paper
I get it all the time
You can talk *** later
I spend it if it's mine
I make my money double
On a whole new level
It's trouble
I love it
But I don't love you
Don't lose your ***in' mind
Just stay cool
It's not the end of the world
I gotta stay full
And it's
All dirty, cause it came from the streets
You can call my girls and run some game on the fleets
It's in your budget, if it's not, don't touch it
I'm all about them ducats
So many hundreds, man, this bitch won't fold
We make a whole walk in 20 below
All my corner boys standin' by the liquor store
Summertime, big bread out of control
Street money, street money, street money
Thank you.