[Hook: Troy Ave]
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money, you won't understand
Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been a man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G., the homie said it best
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
In the streets of Brooklyn, I'm a motherfuckin' hero
Started runnin' wit' the 'caine like Nevin Shapiro
Speakin' of frauds, when I'm out, they be MIA
Pussy-niggas know better than to get in my way
You playin' both sides, you don't think we know about it
Until you both die and they make' a show about it
Cold Case Files, cold Cristal
Givin' pain, sippin in pagne' as he kissed out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Uh, I be flourished under the fire, laugh in a face of doubt
You ain't got enough money, your fingers'll count me out
I heard haters supposed to do me somethin', all they do is pout
They don't do it in my presence cause they know what I'm about
Troy blow smoke, I ain't talkin' no weed
BSB niggas, we a whole 'nother breed
They try to bury us, they ain't know that we was seeds
Growin' from the concrete, open crack, we succeed, nigga
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain't into gettin' money, you won't understand
Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been a man
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G., the homie said it best
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
In the streets of Brooklyn, I'm a motherfuckin' hero
Started runnin' wit' the 'caine like Nevin Shapiro
Speakin' of frauds, when I'm out, they be MIA
Pussy-niggas know better than to get in my way
You playin' both sides, you don't think we know about it
Until you both die and they make' a show about it
Cold Case Files, cold Cristal
Givin' pain, sippin in pagne' as he kissed out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
Uh, I be flourished under the fire, laugh in a face of doubt
You ain't got enough money, your fingers'll count me out
I heard haters supposed to do me somethin', all they do is pout
They don't do it in my presence cause they know what I'm about
Troy blow smoke, I ain't talkin' no weed
BSB niggas, we a whole 'nother breed
They try to bury us, they ain't know that we was seeds
Growin' from the concrete, open crack, we succeed, nigga
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