[Verse 1: Starlito]And if I thought that I could change maybe I wouldI got a lot of common sense but baby I’m hoodI sold dope before but I wouldn’t say that you shouldBut I’ve been broke before and it doesn’t feel goodBruh told me pushFuck niggas wouldn’t have nothing on my booksHate this stupid ho I’m with but love the way she lookLove the way she lieBut her cousin got me plugged in on the kushMust be crazy I then double dipping fucking on her sister, oops!I know I ain’t shit I ain’t proud of itThen called 16 had to call them right back like...Want a verse or a pound of it?Money, money, money, money, money, money, moneyYea I kinda like the sound of itGot a box of bullets ready to touch you pussiesFuck around and get found bloodyOutchea thugging without a budgetThey trying to figure out how I does itIndependent and I’m winningI was broke before but it's been a minuteSpending chicken independentThat’s a rollie so it isn't tickingTime is money, can’t spend a secondSecond guessing no indecisionMy second weapon got extensions in itThat’s thirty shotsLiving life as a thug nigga, that’s word to pacGrind hard so we stir a lotSwerving, serving like we never heard of copsPrefer to handle my business personallyYou want this work or not?[Verse 2: Don Trip]My money dirty, my hands dirtyPistol dirty, my whip cleanBitch with me, we riding dirtyShe talk dirty but her pussy cleanI’m still dirty, I’m still workingI’m still serving, nigga fuck you meanMy pockets fat and my temper shortAnd my clip is longer than a limousineAnd I let that bitch come bark at youBitch I’m strapped like a dog catcherThe last thing you want is confrontationCause I’m with the shit like your gallbladder30 rounds in that 12 gaugeIncendiary that’s overkillI live life in the fast laneEither catch up or be roadkillTrap nigga way before the dealI don’t give a shit about a dealBitch I got a plug, I’m a heavyweightWith more outlets than the opry millSuch a fly guy I’m so outta hellI’m so fresh to death I ought to write a willGot a box of bullets ready to touch you pussiesThese hollow points tryna cop a feelIn the trees like a baby pandaParanoid I’ll spray the hammerI’m in my house up all nightJust staring at my surveillance camerasI’m warning you no warning shotsI’ll pop your ass and you’ll learn your lessonStressed out, still counting moneyCause that’s best antidepressantIf I thought that I could change maybe I wouldI got a lot of common sense but bitch I’m hoodAnd I’ve sold dope before I ain’t saying you shouldBut I’ve been broke before and that never feels goodBitch!
