Raccs Yella Beezy & Trapboy Freddy

[Intro: Yella Beezy]
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Blame it on Monstah
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Hey, 20 racks a lot of money if you never had (never had shit)
And 50 racks make a street nigga live lavish (yea feel)
100 racks off in the street above average (owweeee)
Quarter to a Mil make you feel like nigga you been trappin
10 racks have them in your business trying to rap
5 racks nigga hold a grind with a passion
2 to 3 racks nigga still ready for that action
Say there is level to this money in the streets to make it happen

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
I was 18 with a 20 ball, you can push it off when the hood involved
Had a bad bitch that looked good and all
Stop a lot, put it in your draws
You ain't gotta ask, we cook the sauce
Had the quarter pound for a good amount
Say every week we flew out of town
We was coming back with a lot of pounds
I swear to god I had a lot of pounds
Meet up at the spot and we gona break it down
This juice here you can't drink it man
When I twist the top it start stakin man
Like what the fuck the niggas thinking now
Shit sky high what they making now
The alphabet boys come and shake you down
Streets fucked up when they shake you down
Perlack on 24" new laptop with the baggin
.38 with the duct tape
Had a date plate with the gang in
Push in the truck with windows up
Got a lot of drugs and my fame been in
I swear to god we ain't the same pimppin
Ask about Yella I had a name pimppin