400 Thousand

[Intro] Top (Yeah) Mafia, what else? Game Time Hully Gully, Blocks [Verse 1] You can't have no friends in real life When all you do is bag up grams and sell white Gotta find some way to stash these bands and hide this cash If they trip over my stash, they set for life I recognize it's hard to get it and keep it, easy to jeopardize Risk ain't worth the reward, pay it no never mind Take it in stride and if worst comes to worst You always board your first, never your second mind Mind your business and never mix business with friendship 'Cause friends be the ones in the end When it's all said and done, who can you call? Who can you run to? Will they come through on the humble? Or will they drop the ball and fumble? I wouldn't be surprised, I've seen it all out my own two eyes Before he died, my uncle Said, "If you let it slide, it'll come back to haunt you" [Chorus] Four-hundred thousand I got all this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this Four-hundred thousand Now the kush and the bricks got me pushing whips that ain't even out yet Four-hundred thousand Know how you know you getting money when you spend a thousand dollars on an outfit I got all this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this Four-hundred thousand [Verse 2] My son asked what's the most money I ever counted I told him 'bout four-hundred and sixty thousand All dope money from whipping ounces Slow rolling 'em snow bunnies in Clinton Township The bastards tried to give me 'bout six For transacting them graham crackers of that brown shit Had me surrounded, they jammed traffic, the vans In back of them Crown Vics, but they never found shit During the fed run-ins, out in southwest Used to have to get plugged into the outlet Baggin' up in the house, stressed, ask Justin Man, I used to have nothing, but now I'm rich No more out-of-town trips Jumping on the road, no changing clothes, same old outfit In the 'Nati, we hit the outlet What I blew on vintage True Religion denim, could've bought a couch set [Chorus] Four-hundred thousand I got all this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this Four-hundred thousand Now the kush and the bricks got me pushing whips that ain't even out yet Four-hundred thousand Know how you know you getting money when you spend a thousand dollars on an outfit I got all this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this Four-hundred thousand [Outro] You gotta know when to hold and to fold And when to walk away and run And you gotta count your money