Things We Be Doin' for Money, Pt. 1

Huh, yeah, fuck that, Niggas is gon' have to get it Niggas is out here holding I'm a have to see niggas Niggas is out there holding Starving nigga, fuck that, I'm a broke nigga And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something Fuck that Everyday, me and my son stay scheming, On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming, While you remain faking, Yo, I ain't tolerating, no mistaking, We on the move to steady paper-making Round up the whole squad quick, Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit, Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the street corner, We surprise like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right fit so I can receive another grand prize Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga, The way it happened son, you'd never figure, How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger, Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding, Even the watch that got the platinum moulding, And as the situation start unfolding, You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead, Report it stolen, see what happen. Yo I'll fuck you up Aye yo run all your jewels Run all your paper You ain't holding this paper you fuckin' faggot Aye yo get the fuck on the floor Shut the fuck up Aye yo shut the fuck up Cocks drawn nigga, holding my dick, Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the last fit Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick, Get anybody my nigga take your pick, What you said I said even if it caused a bloodshed, We gettin' paper even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead, Word to mother son, I ain't fronting, I'm taking everything I been always wantin' So I continue to peep out, the nigga in the jam will be the most blidded, Rob 'em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with it, I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit Or even stab you on some knife shit, Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it, Leaving niggas ass naked Sometime I know it seems so shocking How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking All in your ears, cold steel all against your face I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace And if you thinking you that strong I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around You feel the four five long The victim contemplating what to do Or how the fuck to get out of the situation that he's going through This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping Bet y'all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened