[Hook 1: Caskey]
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I been sippin' dirty Sprite up out the double cup
I got two bitches on me, they playing double dutch
Boy don't talk about my life if you ain't done enough
Sold two thousand pounds of kush before the sun was up
Man these rappers talking shit we finna run 'em up
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
[Verse 1: Caskey]
Ok, Sebastian hit my line
He got some work we finna eat
Someone got a script of Roxie's
Told me grab the Pistol Pete
Someone probably want my head for my relations in the streets
Can't deny it, just get higher and make sure you roll fifty deep
I was serving ecstasy from Gwalla, Me, Pablo, and Pimpin'
When Daquane hit my line we served that crack out Expeditions
I've been praying for a script
I done made Xanax my religion
I ain't proud of shit
Question every day the way I'm living
But my Pop was poppin' Oxycontin daily
That's addiction
When he left the house
Grab the shit I cooked from out the kitchen
When my sister served that eight-ball, I was around the corner
Listenin'
Been corrupted since a child
And momma wonder why I'm missing
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I been sippin' dirty Sprite up out the double cup
I got two bitches on me, they playing double dutch
Boy don't talk about my life if you ain't done enough
Sold two thousand pounds of kush before the sun was up
Man these rappers talking shit we finna run 'em up
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
I got money on my mind, I need to double up
[Verse 1: Caskey]
Ok, Sebastian hit my line
He got some work we finna eat
Someone got a script of Roxie's
Told me grab the Pistol Pete
Someone probably want my head for my relations in the streets
Can't deny it, just get higher and make sure you roll fifty deep
I was serving ecstasy from Gwalla, Me, Pablo, and Pimpin'
When Daquane hit my line we served that crack out Expeditions
I've been praying for a script
I done made Xanax my religion
I ain't proud of shit
Question every day the way I'm living
But my Pop was poppin' Oxycontin daily
That's addiction
When he left the house
Grab the shit I cooked from out the kitchen
When my sister served that eight-ball, I was around the corner
Listenin'
Been corrupted since a child
And momma wonder why I'm missing
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