Sell Everything

[Intro] Boss moves man, Chess moves man Uh huh! We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money (x4) [Hook] Pot, pills, heroin, cocaine Speed, crack, crystal, the fast lane Trains, boats, beaches and airplanes What we sell? We sell everything. (x2) [Verse 1] I'm just as hard headed as I want to be Me and my entourage, my faculty Crazy like the glue, promethazine and Mountain Dew Sometimes I act my age, sometimes the size of my shoe Right now I'm hella paid, but I used to be broke like you Bankroll overweight from selling weight, wait? Did you say bankroll overweight from pushing weight? Did I? Ignorant ass slap when I skate, slide by Made a whole lotta money from pushing cake, dead right I'm a whole 'nother gr'animal a different make - than those Grew up with hella hoes in my clothes, your clothes? Dig in them dirty clothes to come out clean, know what I mean? So I hopped in the yola game and bought a beemer, a triple-beamer? Didn't have no income, but this is the outcome Real life, not a sitcom Hustlers up, busters down Partner this the re-up, not the runaround [Hook] [Verse 2] Gorilla in it, killing it Making my presence felt Beating they fucking ass, without the fucking belt Panini a motherfucker, toast him like a patty melt In an old school duster, and I'm doing it by myself I got a proposition legal, not like the others Lets put out bread together and build like the toll brothers The banks denying modifications, foreclosures Short sales, lets turn our money over Invest in a couple of condos, real estate, elevate A couple of years from now you gonna be thanking me, lets celebrate Used to mean mug but now I smile Everyday is a balladay Turning heads just like a owl Direct TV in my Escalade [Hook] [Verse 3] I still got the keys so I'm driving it If y'all keep buying it, I'mma keep supplying it Deliver, distribute and whipping and selling these microphone candy bars Nigga did you just say whipping and selling these microphone candy bars? Yee I did I got three phones, that's why I don't ever answer the phone I got three guns, a black one, grey one and a chrome Three homes, that's prolly why I'm never home Three lungs, like Michael Phelps smoke the bong There's three sides to every story: mines yours and the truth Niggas lose their lives every day over a booch Niggas get popped with nines and AKs and caught loose Trying to get their ham and green eggs like Dr. Seuss Bitch! [Hook] [Outro] We out here getting paper, we trying to have our money (x4)