So Much Money 2 Be Made 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians (Ft. Rock Money)

[Verse 1: Bakarii]
There's so much money to be made
Niggas gotta stay camouflaged
We ready to mob can't take no loss, gotta have that [?] Nina, Ross
[?] hall of [?] boss dog, man
Gun to my hand hi to my land crew
Scoob, if it [?] like some [?]
Escape underground, let them other fakers drown
It's midwest on [?] fuck the rest
A threat to society [?] microphone check
Always get respect, nigga I'm real till I'm killed
Gotta steal, [?] my window sill
I'm still a soldier, sharp like a raiser blade
Flaming what I claim, [?] this game
[?] and Imma be checking my grip [?] about six clips
Ready to make the hit
Stеady protectin' my grip

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Beginning my day counting change
Hustling up is onе of them things
Living the life of a hustler, man
Stacking my [?]
You should do the same
Get your [?]
[?] pay your doos
With some trues known for breaking rules
This how I choose to live
[?] to feed my crew
Hoping and praying I [?]
Only God can judge me for this life I live
Yet still, you try to tell me how to keep it real
Be a slave at this job just to pay my bills
[?] is what I make when I [?]
[?] everytime I [?] these fucking rocks
[?] and your crew, stack some cheese
Got some keys
Flip the script and top the charts [?]