Money

It's do or die This here, this here vivid and just, just holding stacks in your clothes Put some money in shoe boxes and things of that nature I'm so '90's nigga Rob niggas Get the plastic swiper Get it legit, get it liquid What's your net worth Quiet money You know the fiasco, cut costs like Costco Formaldehyde is like homicide to your nostrils Rap apostle, indirect with the hostile Unstoppable, these niggas trapped in their costumes Coke on iTunes, y'all awake to a monsoon Masterful pieces, peep my thesis of a tycoon Corporate, too fly to ever forfeit Fear, gear gorgeous, thoughts that travel the orbits I'm here Horns and halos, fish corn and potatoes Performed, loved and adorned Getting licked on in the Caicos Pop for the pesos, put the drop on the payroll Alfa Romeo, hard top hop in the J-Lo, so Play-Doh It only frustrate 'cause niggas fake Got a billion dollar face on a trillion dollar chase So many frontin' motherfuckers got me feeling outta place Niggas like yo, you wanna win you gotta go mainstream I guess I never went I flow too much like the ocean I'm from the truck jewel era so fuck whatever Chess play for the cheddar, only trust two letters Checkerboard on the sweater, rest assured I'm a repper Feeling like Mr. Malcolm, the messenger outta Mecca Nigga I'm a Giuseppe, Louis Vuitton stepper Nike Jordan collector, vintage foreign, etcetera Reflector, a hustler's homage for those in bondage Urgency of a convict who get his currency garnished Astonished, you see the mechanics in niggas antics Falsifying their transcripts, hoping pardons get granted Manic depressive, fries and salmon for breakfast Fucking them pretty broads that claim their man is possessive Stands the freshest, deliver with the lyrics for the flow critics No gimmicks, shit real as a parole visit Hey fuck you man Who put this thing together Me, that's who Who I trust, me