[Intro: M Huncho]
Cage got that cold
Uh
[Chorus: M Huncho]
LV or the Gucci, and I put the money over coochie
Last night the Queen's face try seduce me, and I pull up in a suit, it's a two piece
Hit the plug for a bird not a two piece, can't be gettin reups, I need two B's
And it's Cali by the pound, less than two G's, and it's Cali by the pound, less than two G's, uh
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
Get money like the pastor does, they thought that we won't amount to much
They cut the room short, did the double dutch, went courts with the oath and I lied to the judge
No love, bitch, you don't get a fraction of love, pack landеd and it always lands with no dust
And my phone's there moving likе dust in the wind, money in the bank, find a fuck I can give
I jumped in the deepend, I had no assistance, I swam the distance, you know that I'm Phelps
I went through some trials and tribulations, I cannot speak or call for no help
I can't be a runner, the risk for another, I'm taking the risk and I do it myself
I got my own fucking self, it's sad how they sit on the shelf
It's mad you rely on your friends, that's why you fend for yourself
Put two packs in the crack, I send him to Adz and he's getting asked "what's the craic?"
The reup's short, I'm hearing the excuses, brudda, please cut all the crap
Excuses won't make you no cash
Took a shower, bathed in these racks
Mask on my face, it ain't no cap
I see them they still running scams
They can't step foot in the trap
If you do, then it's no coming back
They acting so I can react
These hoes always good with the nagging, I don't need a nag, I just stuff her a shank
Love won't secure me this bank
She thinks that love can secure her a bag
Cage got that cold
Uh
[Chorus: M Huncho]
LV or the Gucci, and I put the money over coochie
Last night the Queen's face try seduce me, and I pull up in a suit, it's a two piece
Hit the plug for a bird not a two piece, can't be gettin reups, I need two B's
And it's Cali by the pound, less than two G's, and it's Cali by the pound, less than two G's, uh
[Verse 1: M Huncho]
Get money like the pastor does, they thought that we won't amount to much
They cut the room short, did the double dutch, went courts with the oath and I lied to the judge
No love, bitch, you don't get a fraction of love, pack landеd and it always lands with no dust
And my phone's there moving likе dust in the wind, money in the bank, find a fuck I can give
I jumped in the deepend, I had no assistance, I swam the distance, you know that I'm Phelps
I went through some trials and tribulations, I cannot speak or call for no help
I can't be a runner, the risk for another, I'm taking the risk and I do it myself
I got my own fucking self, it's sad how they sit on the shelf
It's mad you rely on your friends, that's why you fend for yourself
Put two packs in the crack, I send him to Adz and he's getting asked "what's the craic?"
The reup's short, I'm hearing the excuses, brudda, please cut all the crap
Excuses won't make you no cash
Took a shower, bathed in these racks
Mask on my face, it ain't no cap
I see them they still running scams
They can't step foot in the trap
If you do, then it's no coming back
They acting so I can react
These hoes always good with the nagging, I don't need a nag, I just stuff her a shank
Love won't secure me this bank
She thinks that love can secure her a bag
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