Quarter Million Troy Ave (Ft. Cam'ron)

[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