Money on the Couch Juvenile

[Verse 1]
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams
My coke organization still infestin' the land
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers
Hand, full of ice, a gangsta's paradise
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life
Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate
Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks
But I gets pissed, and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied to say somethin'
Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction
Continue hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
Crackers can get the bozack, because I'm pro Black
Banged up a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner
I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin' concrete, to sink me, 'cause
He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug
Told my bitch I want him dead
Bring me his head, fill him with lead
Heard what I said? Don't betray me
I'll put you on the streets and make you weak
Put carats and stones up on fingers and teeth
And built you a home next to the beach
And luxury cars we creep
Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet