[Chorus: Reek Da Villian & Jay-Z]
Small timers can't hustle with us
Get your prodict, get your customers up
Motherfuckers, we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
We move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
Now y'all say y'all getting money like scrams
But y'all still in the hood serving grams
Motherfuckers, we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?] we move keys
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
I move keys, you can call me the piano man
[?]

[Verse 1: Spliff Star]
8Ball, quarter ounce, big 8 brick
O.T. hustler, on my New York shit
I'm a cocaine cowboy, counting that skrilla
With a chick who bust guns, and move weight like Griselda
Fish scale, whole sale, I bag it in the hotel
We can talk business, but never on my mobil
[?] 2
I made insane money, with an insane crew
Everybody want the hook up, the powder or the cook up
If you 'bout that money, I'm somebody you should look up
[?] cheep price, [?] got it all day
Got fiends going dumb, like niggas in the bay
Want yay? Then nigga, call me right away
1800 C.R.A.C.K
I'm Brooklyn's black cat [?]
[?] you better know what you facing
'Cause
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