So Much

[Verse 1: Berner] Got so much cake Damn I sold so much weight I'm in bed with two girls that'll go both ways Cold days in the summer time They got me heated Got me looking up at Jesus like "God I don't need this" Why the suckers try to be us It's the mob I'll leave that pussy bleeding On the ground barely breathing Its drought season time to pay way more I love it because i make way more Grade A Pure For my nose Got my face all froze Its twelve o'clock and got three cakes sold And this game's old But this money is great He got killed right in front of his place Right in front of his kids What a way to go But the shooter got caught because his neighbors told Two lives gone over money; that's sad Damn I hate it when it gets this bad [Hook 1: Ampichino] Cheaa uhh uhh Cheaaa I pop up with the top down Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds Cheaa life of a rock star My ice bright like the lights on the cop car Block stock broker Checking on the stock sections My money longer than your intestines We move blow at a fast pace Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] I got so much dope Damn i sold so much dope In the kitchen cooking so much coke Like that's all i know Light the kush up Pour that fo' Life's a bitch But i'm on that hoe I get on that road Outfit four days old Wrap 'em up And in four days sold This the life i chose I know its wrong but that's how shit goes So I'm thugging it til I get old Close knit clique Every nigga with me play his role Niggas know they position All focused on one mission Any nigga go against this Then that nine clickin' This here is an army Front line [is a signed list][?] Momma always said life was hard And I need to get right with God But I feel I'm out here hustling for a righteous cause It's fucked up in this life evolved [Hook 2: Ampichino] Cheaa uhh uhh Cheaaa I pop up with the top down Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds Cheaa life of a rock star My ice bright like the lights on the cop car Block stock broker Checking on the stock sections My money longer than your intestines We move blow at a fast pace Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face [Verse 3: Stevie Joe] I got so much cash Damn I'm moving so much hash Four pounds in a duffle bag Now you do the math Plus i got so much grass Fuck the white girl I'm moving the black Now who fucking with that D boy all my life I just started rappin' Fake niggas they all fold like a fucking napkin One store four pots in the microwave Young fifty rich bitch I'm tryna get paid Ask them niggas out of town they say i got it boomin' Bad bitches sending money through the Western Union And I tell 'em run it in bitch I need mine Because the kid all about a fucking dollar sign My nigga lil blunt He sending white hoes While you other niggas just try to wife hoes Broke all your life Ain't gon' never have nothing But get up on this bitch and do a whole lot of fronting Feel me nigga [Hook 3: Ampichino] Cheaa uhh uhh Cheaaa I pop up with the top down Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds Cheaa life of a rock star My ice bright like the lights on the cop car Block stock broker Checking on the stock sections My money longer than your intestines We move blow at a fast pace Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face