Money on the Table

[Intro]

Nearly half the record amount of cocaine seized last year

Came in one operation, busted in November

Eight hundred kilograms of cocaine

Were discovered, and six people charged

[Verse 1: Belly & Benny the Butcher]

I play to win, my old foes tryna make amends (Who?)

Just 'cause we got the same enemies, that don't make us friends

Nothing's makin' sense, I'm watchin' angels sin

I'm seein' demons repent, for now, I play the fence

When I got nothin' left to give, that's when they take offense

Life through these black shaded tints, Maybach Mercedes Benz

They came and went like pretend friends and the latest trends

Underdog, fuck an undercard, I'm the main event, ugh

My body covered in tattoos and battle scars

Made it through the dark, I guess the sky was out of stars

Late nights, so high, we don't say, "Hi," we say, "Safe flight"

My energy big, I feel like Frank White (Uh)

Money on the table like the poker stars

I send your bitch to Vegas where they overcharge

Uh, in the kitchen whippin' culinary (Ah)

I smoke so much, I'm fuckin' up my pulmonary, huh

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

I got two bitches, one a ratchet, and one my wife

One, I cock before bed, the other, I kiss good night

I know money made y'all soft, not us, I'm still hungry

Y'all make enough just to pay bills monthly and feel comfy

Any bitch I bought a bag for, trust me, she carry yay

I used to rarely play, now every day, it's Perrier

I stood on this ferry late, I was trappin', but barely ate

Now I got water in my jewelry case, like Erie Lake, yeah

You know it's money on the table like the poker stars, nigga (Like the poker stars)

And I can make you famous when the coke dissolve

It's hard to trust niggas, they only begin off loyal

So the best advice somebody could give you is get a lawyer, motherfucker

[Outro: Belly]

Too much stress, I was playin' chess with the reaper

Million-dollar man, puttin' rappers in a sleeper

I mean this shit is crazy, they say I'm actin' different lately

Fool's gold, I swear to God, this shit fugazi

In the kitchen, chickens on me, whippin' gravy

And life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me

Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me

Life's a bitch, but, baby, that's the bitch that raised me