6 Figures Tripm0neyy (Ft. RMC Mike)

[Verse 1: Tripm0neyy]
Aye, 6 niggas, 6 figures, we in the 6 wit' it
Bad bitches, they sucking dick and get nasty with it
Typa nigga they'd get the bag and go stash that bitch
Came back with cash, know what, go stash again
I crash whips three times, but I ain't trip, though
Lotta times I done failed, but I ain't lose hope
I'm looking at this Roley, nigga, what you need time for?
I'm on my way to the pape, nigga, where your grind go?
We on a dice, I bet it all on ten or four
I ain't know they'd give me it boe, yeah they still did it, though
Got off track, like a train on the rail
Now I'm back on my grind, I know them bills in the mail
Then I pop a perk, so now not a lot of pain, hard to tell
Let me see that syrup, I can tell by the smell
And the boes we got, going out via mail
And you can tell a nigga bitch, 'cause he frail
I put plans together, I like to multitask
Same nigga from back then, with a bigger bag
I got my eyes open, I got a mission going on that only I'm knowing
I had to put the woods down, and grab the loose leaves
I had to put the Glock down and come with street sweep
These niggas know what's going on, when big Trip speak
I make it happen, for the days nigga's mind was weak
Nigga