400 Thousand

[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 worse 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" [Hook] 400 thousand I got all of this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this 400 thousand Now the kush and the bricks got me pushing whips that ain't even out yet 400 thousand Know how you know you getting money when you spend a thousand dollars on an outfit 400 thousand I got all of this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this 400 thousand [Verse 2] My son asked what's the most money I ever counted I told him 'bout $460,000 All dope money from whipping ounces Slow rolling them snow bunnies in Clinton Township The bastards tried to get me 'bout six For transacting them graham crackers of that brown shit Had me surrounded They jam trafficked them vans and 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 Bagging 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 change of clothes, same old outfit In the natty we hit the outlet What I blew on business True Religion denim could've bought a couch set [Hook]