Whole Lotta Money Uncle Murda (Ft. Benny the Butcher & Que Banz)

[Chorus: Que Banz]
Whole lotta money
Can't let it go to my head
I spend it [?] know I'm being watched by the feds
Yeah
Oh oh
If I see an opp, let the chop flock [?]
She wanna fuck, I'm thinking how can she make me some bread?
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Oh
Yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
One of my niggas' cribs just got raided
Before rap, every dollar we made was drug related
If not that, an armmed robbery was associated
That's why the fedds want a nigga dead or incarserated
My lil homie just got knocked, he was on the run
He beat the body, but they gave him 20 years for the gun
And they [?] one of his codefendents
He ain't give him no information, he get a shorter sentence
Yeah, some niggas still follo the G code
Say what you want about us, but you can't say that we told
I done been in shootouts, empty, had to reload
Used to knock on niggas' doors, start shooting through the peekhole
Like bang bang, these bullets ain't got no name on it
Money I used to pay the rent with had cocaine on it
You know these streets don't love us, [?]
Until the feds come or a nigga end up shooting us