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