[Verse 1]
Check, look, talk
I just went to church on Sunday
Then I had to put in work that Monday
See this kinda motto not for the runway
Doublin' my G, these niggas dread the gunplay
Oh, you talkin' 'bout money? It's outrageous
My nigga's mouth ragin' 'bout clout, shit, I'm out in Vegas
I'm bettin' wild wages, rapin' the crap table
Johnny walk a bitch right out of a black label
Back when I was a featherweight tryna pedal bass
Doctor lookin' for a fracture, need to catch a break
Had me out there in the streets like I never ate
If a nigga lookin' like food, he get a metal plate
Or get the fist if I'm on blaze, he don't feel it for one year
Three hundred and sixty-five days
Doin' sixty-five, runnin' sixty-five plays
Sixty-five niggas say they live, sixty-five graves
The bricks front beef hundred and sixty days
Three hundred and fifty pies keep tumblin' fifty ways
I can't even count this money, just gettin' crazy
It's coming so many ways, I'm mumblin', give me space
I turn a pretty date gray, fifty shades
Dominatrix with the white girl, whip a slave
If you ain't got the product, you ain't gettin' paid
That white girl gotta show first, nigga, Ricki Lake
Flex my bliggy, say "It's gon' be a liggy day"
Three little piggies on who? Mickey, I'ma pick the day
If he actin' iffy, in a jiffy, let them triggies spray
If a nigga miss, okay, kill him from the ricochet
If he live in the city, we find out where them niggas stay
House party visit, wait, niggas think I'm kiddin'?
Played money since '93, nigga check my balance
I flip somethin', I'm always gon' land on my feet
I know some big hats, you thinkin' you try me
And get high blood pressure, you salty, it's IV
Big hammers swung, lotta candles sprung
Portraits and mantles hung, live on Channel One
I don't care where you from, shotty spit
Karate Kid, vine clip, goddamn, Daniel-san!
His head is smeared, knocked his noodle out, I never cared
Marinara smear 'em, they like, "Ooh! This feels spaghetti hair"
Better fear, anything you want, I bet I sell it here
Please nigga, trust, these keys gon' take you everywhere
I was only seventeen, thinkin' Medellin
Meek Mill to the fiends, I was sellin' dreams
On the project steps, movin' medicine
Every Martin Luther next to it like Coretta King
Check, look, talk
I just went to church on Sunday
Then I had to put in work that Monday
See this kinda motto not for the runway
Doublin' my G, these niggas dread the gunplay
Oh, you talkin' 'bout money? It's outrageous
My nigga's mouth ragin' 'bout clout, shit, I'm out in Vegas
I'm bettin' wild wages, rapin' the crap table
Johnny walk a bitch right out of a black label
Back when I was a featherweight tryna pedal bass
Doctor lookin' for a fracture, need to catch a break
Had me out there in the streets like I never ate
If a nigga lookin' like food, he get a metal plate
Or get the fist if I'm on blaze, he don't feel it for one year
Three hundred and sixty-five days
Doin' sixty-five, runnin' sixty-five plays
Sixty-five niggas say they live, sixty-five graves
The bricks front beef hundred and sixty days
Three hundred and fifty pies keep tumblin' fifty ways
I can't even count this money, just gettin' crazy
It's coming so many ways, I'm mumblin', give me space
I turn a pretty date gray, fifty shades
Dominatrix with the white girl, whip a slave
If you ain't got the product, you ain't gettin' paid
That white girl gotta show first, nigga, Ricki Lake
Flex my bliggy, say "It's gon' be a liggy day"
Three little piggies on who? Mickey, I'ma pick the day
If he actin' iffy, in a jiffy, let them triggies spray
If a nigga miss, okay, kill him from the ricochet
If he live in the city, we find out where them niggas stay
House party visit, wait, niggas think I'm kiddin'?
Played money since '93, nigga check my balance
I flip somethin', I'm always gon' land on my feet
I know some big hats, you thinkin' you try me
And get high blood pressure, you salty, it's IV
Big hammers swung, lotta candles sprung
Portraits and mantles hung, live on Channel One
I don't care where you from, shotty spit
Karate Kid, vine clip, goddamn, Daniel-san!
His head is smeared, knocked his noodle out, I never cared
Marinara smear 'em, they like, "Ooh! This feels spaghetti hair"
Better fear, anything you want, I bet I sell it here
Please nigga, trust, these keys gon' take you everywhere
I was only seventeen, thinkin' Medellin
Meek Mill to the fiends, I was sellin' dreams
On the project steps, movin' medicine
Every Martin Luther next to it like Coretta King
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