I cannot go out sad
I gotta get me a bag
Yeah I used to be broke
Now all I do is count cash
Bout my paper like a fax
And you know that's a fact
I be in the hood where it's at
And you know niggas trapped
Ain't got time for the ho shit
That's why I keep me a four-fifth
Niggas ain't real and I notice
That's why I keep me a locust
Try me if you wanna
Turn you into a organ donor
I'm bustin' heads to the white meat
The bullshit I don't condone it
I'm tryna get me some money
I'm talkin' hundreds on hundreds
Yeah my trap be bonkin
I'm talkin' bout junkies on junkies
Don't be scared I go for it
Nigga you a snitch
You a hoe for it
Make a nigga pull up in a four-door
And hop out clappin' like a encore
Give it to him straight raw
F*ck the Klan, f*ck the law
You niggas ain't gave me shit
Turned myself into a boss
I ain't even worry bout shit
I'm just tryna get rich
You niggas be just like these hoes
They be ridin' nigga dick
I cannot go out sad
I gotta get me a bag
Yeah I used to be broke
Now all I do is count cash
Bout my paper like a fax
And you know that's a fact
I be in the hood where it's at
And you know a nigga strapped
I cannot go out sad
I gotta get me a bag
Yeah I used to be broke
Now all I do is count cash
Bout my paper like a fax
And you know that's a fact
I be in the hood where it's at
And you know a nigga strapped