(It´s a Wayne beat)
(Ooh, it´s BlueStrip, baby)
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything
Ghetto free, nigga
This what y´all asked for, right?

It´s my turn now, shit, I let y´all niggas do what y´all had to do, you know what I´m sayin´?
This shit crazy, man
Just think about it, though, Ghetto

Pulled a Maybach to the Greyhound, this my first day out
He used to be the brick man, he doin´ burpees now
I ain´t never cook the dope, C learned me how
I wake up and go get me some chicken like Thursday chow (Fuck the fire, we got grease)
It´s been a long time comin´, it was quick, though
Sixty months in the feds, it wasn´t shit, though
Louis Timbs cost a whole pint of Trish O´s
Rolls truck at the airport, I gotta dip, bro
I got a bunch of shit to do, it´s gon´ be quick, though

I gotta jump on my lil´ bitch, I´m tryna hit road
We got a whole pint poured, we don´t sip fours
I went to jail with tight clothes, now it´s big clothes
I had a forty-year-old man callin´ me big bro
A half a million in deposits, that´s for six shows
Still on the same shit, bro, keep squeezin´ ´til the clip gone
C got an eight, I got an eight, shit, that´s a brick poured
I drank a hundred pints in jail, you can ask Sosa
They ain´t never found my phone, I hid it in the lotion
In a drop-head Ghost, the ceiling by the groceries
Maybach two bucks, I´m puttin´ armor on it
One day, I did some bullshit, I know my karma comin´

My cousin did some bullshit, now he not my cousin
And I´ma keep it real with you, I´ll pop my cousin
I took a plea and did my time, I am not my cousin
And fuck it, if your daddy told, he is not my uncle
Why would I buy a Hellcat and I got Brabus money?
I told bro go to Flint and get a coffin for me
He came back with a four of Act´, it started talkin´ to me
Come around on loose shit, you gon´ get steamrolled
We got Pai, Quagen, Tris, and some green poured
When I got them first M´s, I put my team on
I bought some cut dope from bro and put some clean on it
This nigga thinkin´ with the money, put a fiend on him

How you gon´ shoot one time with the Glock? Put a thing on it
Hit the button on that bitch, it be like, "Brrt, bap"
Five people got killed, it got the hood hot
Four niggas in a Trackhawk, I wish we would stop
Nigga, Da Yung OG back home, I wish you would drop
Money is not everything, it´s the only thing
I went six hundred with Wafi and went only chains
I was thinkin´ ´bout bustin´ a Rollie, but the Rollie plain
Was finna buy some drank from Snook ´nem, but then my crodie came
I just did four years, I´m a lonely man
Ten pointers in my Rio piece, I ain´t go to Dang
Catch me screamin´ RIP Quanny at the Notre Dame
The way she gave that head up, she don´t own the brain

Make it thunderstorm in this bitch, we control the rain
Wayne fell asleep makin´ beats, I´ma go to Dame
We went gold and they ain´t play us on the radio
Baby mama fuckin´ up my mood, man, I hate that ho
Got some ´za ´bows for twenty-two, but they shaky, though
Why you pass the gun to lil´ cuz? You know he shaky, bro
Me and Lou in that TRX, we some gear shifters
I went GIA my ears, I don´t hear niggas
How you gon´ pull up to the trap with my kids with you?
Scored a cheap four of Actavis, it cost twelve-fifty
He want a ´bow, but I ain´t ridin´ with paraphernalia, bring a scale with you
I´m a real hustler, I´ll sell chicken

Semi on a hundred-round drum, it shot for twelve minutes
Why every time somebody get shot, they say Trell did it?
We ain´t in the street shit, we just sell lyrics
Bitch pussy locked up, it´s a stale biscuit
I got a million dollars cash, bring some help with you
And I only got two kids, but I´ll belt niggas