I been newLife was a gamble manYou know what I'm sayin'?Where y'all take a risk everydayBut I ain't trippin'I just gotta do thisBroad day, hit the curb do your numbersPick up moneyShoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground runningTrap spot, through that purseEvery mile you smell that reeferMama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them peopleMade a fortune, put in 20Made it flip again20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins200 bands for some bad, boy you better call meYou haulin' got no mob look at what you causedMoney on the phoneMoney calling, yeah I talk to itNeed a new safe, 'cause the money got the wall fullI just spent a day in the Bay, it was all goodBack and count it up by myself before I walk through itAll about my business, and my pocket nutin' but white folksMoney can't by love, 'cause this bitch ain't even my type thoughTurn up at the day party, and kill 'em at the night showReal nigga reunion, I fuck with her so I might doRapping, he's a acting dude do it on eyes closedWhen robbing was a job, I would do that shit from 9 to 4My partner drove from Holigrove to L.A. get them jamsAnd I rebook every number when that money in my handBroad day, hit the curb do your numbersPick up moneyShoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground runningTrap spot, through that purseEvery mile you smell that reeferMama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them peopleMade a fortune, put in 20Made it flip again20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins200 bands for some bad, boy you better call meYou haulin' got no mob look at what you causedI just went to court, and the judge let me walk freeGot put my blessing in the hood, I had to walk through itI could handle conversation quick, like a Hawk fanMoney comma every harder oh yeah I talk numbersThe homie in the cut, finger itching ready off somethingIf he ain't talkin' money, over hundred it ain't 'bout nothin'Partner did 10, and he already wanna rob somethingTurn that back end by myself, and nah we ain't loss nothin'For me they clear the room, make some space for when the boss comeCanary yellow diamonds got these niggas actin' cautiousHe's scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin'VVS and they shinin' I got my number and I'm 'bout toBroad day, hit the curb do your numbersPick up moneyShoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground runningTrap spot, through that purseEvery mile you smell that reeferMama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them peopleMade a fortune, put in 20Made it flip again20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins200 bands for some bad, boy you better call meYou haulin' got no mob look at what you caused
