[Hook x2]
If it ain`t about paper, it ain`t about me
Put too much work in my hustle to die broke on these streets
[Verse 1]
I took some money and invested in some hookers
Coca-Cola cookers, dick breakers, purse snatchers
Wallet takers, money makers, high-speed chaser cop shakers
Anything to stop the chief from tracin` catchin` cases
I`m cop racist, tired of seein` their faces
Been in the back seat too many times with blackened bracelets
Which I don`t give a fuck, y`all wanna see me do bad
Cause I get up, get out, get off my ass, stuff duffle bags
Sweatin` the doo-rag, yay in the blue bag
Jealousy soon as I get down with more than you had
Take trips with a bitch a stuff a click up of coke
Love y`all but hate cha` city bitches, ya arrogant and broke
Quick to pick the jack up, call a crack and send me to Central
Use bitches for sex, money, ID`s and rentals
One tried to claim the family jewels
I told the bitch I`m bad news, this cash rules
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
I sleep with stars on the low
Cause they my everyday hoes
It`s like I`m scared for em`
Fuck around and laugh on em`
But I ain`t laugh when we lost all them grams though
Cause they know they try to keep em` low but we sprang the door
Cell bars can`t stop ours
Amateur broads is like movie stars and cinema screen
Ol` shorty right there, I been fuckin` her since she was seventeen
She a mean twenty-four now
Should I jam the broad raw now
The dick say yes
But the brain say stress
If you put on that dress you make a thousand dollars easy
Set chu` up with the rich Asians
Wanna flash them big faces
I wanna clean operation
Like ferry ferry freak off
Pay for play, pick the broad you wanna slay
Do it your way, I`m wait in the doorway
Yeah I`m sellin 4-A, doin` it
Don`t blow me up, don`t ruin it
If it ain`t about money dick, the X ain`t pursuin` it
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, let me speak some much all
For now, we gon` kill the dumb talk
Hold ya fort cause I ain`t done
And the struggle ain`t fun
I done sold crack, done that
Sold pack, gotta run
Yet I`m down for the coin, I need stacks bigger than Pun
Ya understand my man, a nigga wanna see his nights
Pop rubber bands if I have to pop rubber man
Cause the chips I got can`t take care of my mother and
My immediate fam, so I scheme and scam to get some fetti in my hand
It done been times when niggas look at Eddie like he petty
But these niggas ain`t my men
Workin` with birds and can`t throw the kid no grams
But you wanna borrow toast when you caught in a jam
Niggas`ll scram, stay broke, nah I`ma bounce back
Get a couple ounce stacks, take that and bounce that
Now I got niggas givin` me eight off of g-packs
And if it ain`t about money, it ain`t no need to believe that
[Hook repeated to fade]
