Spirit of Griselda Sheek Louch (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Ragz Da Artist)

[Chorus: Ragz Da Artist]
See I wake up every morning with my neck lit
Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch
I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip
Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless
She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
Spirit of Griselda in my еar, talking wreckless
She likе let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile
Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Silverback shit, allow me to keep it real
Shoe box full of money, way before a record deal
Gun loaded in the drore, gym start bagging raw
Back and forth to Baltimore, closest thing to heaven saw
Rubber band, no [?]
Get inside, close the door
Give him what he came here for
Let me know you need some more
Legend in this fucking game, now I do this music shit
Couple things new to me, Instagram [?]
Fake niggas been here, everybody acting rich
Before you can tigh them up, now you can't touch the bitch
Cameras pointed everywhere, everybody want a pic
Niggas wouldn't give me shit, I just [?] my dick
Vision good, no reading glass
I just want my season pass
Balling on you bitch niggas, put the goons on your ass
Shows, they be jam packed
Everybody, check this
Spirit of Griselda talking wreckless