Uh, Weeks Ave, Dipset
I mean look at me
I look like a million dollars in all ten dollar bills baby
(Whoo) Yeah
Ruger Rell pop the Glock
Come through and drop the top
Throw some money in the sky
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
Yeah, yeah
Ruger Rell pop the Glock
Come through and drop the top
Throw some money in the sky
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
Oh, oh
Ruger Rell pop the Glock
Come through and drop the top
Throw some money in the sky
I just took over the block
Yeah, I got my pot, got my work, got my scale
58s-58s, and them 12-12s
My connect said it just came in from Mexico
Jeezy The Snowman would call me The Eskimo
You p*ssy, I know you p*ssy, what you think I said it fo’
Plant money seeds baby, sit back and let it grow, grow
I’m ’bout my chips, not onion and garlic
Ya mouth run and I see it done turn to a faucet
I’m married to the streets, y’all niggaz went and divorced it
Y’all walkin’ and y’all mad vuz I went out and Porsche’d it, yeah
It ain’t really about who got swag
Where the money at, it’s about who got cash
And, they cry broke nowadays, it’s ashamed
I don’t got that problem because money’s my middle name
I never slip, I never fall
When it come to work I got them ounces and them 8-balls
I got them good prices, yeah I’m talkin’ to all of y’all
You ain’t gotta leave the block, yeah I’ma serve ’em all
Yeah, I’ma serve ’em all
(And I ball) Every hustler should have a picture of a brick
(On they wall) Baby get up on that pole, shake that shit
(For my dogs) Cuz he just came home
And he gone cuz he had too many shots of Patron