[Intro: Boldy James]
Yeah (Chyeah)
What else? (Cha-ching, two-way, deuce, siete)
227 (Mafia)
[Chorus: Boldy James]
They say money talk, bullshit mosey along (Huh)
Still get 'em two for twenty-four, that's the Moses Malone (Yeah)
Catchin' all these pops, clucksheads, and custos on the phone
Ain't nobody put no gun to his head, he told on his own (Rat bastard)
[Verse 1: Boldy James]
How we took the town with them zips and them footballs (Ayy)
Lulu got that Sit, Ubu, Sit, that's that good dog (Shh)
If I don't do nothin', I'ma stage a Don Flamingo
Countin' all day like the cage at the casino (Ayy)
Hundred ten percent, I got that stick on me, no Chick-O
Nico keep that switch, Benjamin Button on the Gleeko
From Prevost to thе Wick, you know we duckin' from the RICO (That's gang and 'em)
Hundro in my clip, anothеr hundred strip of C-notes (What else?)
East to the UP, all the real niggas, they embrace me (Know that)
Bought myself an Uzi and my little sis a Draky (Yup)
Peacin' out them units, we be cheffin' up them pastries
Thirty-one for the split, fifty-seven for the eighthy, skippy
[Verse 2: Ransom]
I cursed the streets, that's what it made me, I can't ask the Lord to save me
If I tried, He'd ask me why (Why), ain't no place in Heaven that'd take me (Shit)
I fought and fought bravely, my closest soldiers betrayed me (They did)
The smell of death is repulsive, them potent odors don't faze me (Ah)
I'm supposed to show you the way, see (Let me show you)
Make a right on Prison Street and don't you visit me (Nah)
Make two lefts down the block for misery, two stops to victory (It's right there)
And before you make it there (Yeah), make sure that you can admit to me (Do that)
That I showed you one path here ahead and that's word to Mr. T (Facts)
Or better yet, Mister Cee (Ah), you ain't tryin' to mix with me (Nah)
Your VLONE hoodie get torn to shreds from lead that'll flip your V (Blatt)
Most niggas want they foot in the door, I told 'em that this the key (This the key)
You gamble with your life, just remember, there is no risk for free (Nah)
No mysteries, me and you don't come across in the same way (We don't)
You a luchador and I'll make you somersault in the same way (Rrah)
Your life has been reduced to a measly post on the main page
R.I.P.s and happy birthdays all in the same day
[Chorus: Boldy James & Ransom]
They say money talk, bullshit mosey along (Uh, keep that shit movin')
Still get 'em two for twenty-four, that's the Moses Malone (Yeah, yes, sir)
Catchin' all these pops, clucksheads, and custos on the phone (Ah)
Ain't nobody put no gun to his head, he told on his own (Rat bastard, ayy)
[Outro: Ransom]
Niggas ain't got no integrity, man
They ain't fuckin with us, Bold
Fuck goin' on, man?
Ayy, Nick, man, fade that shit out bro
I don't even wan' talk no more
