Intro

[Intro] You ever want something That you know you shouldn't have But the more you know you shouldn't have it The more you want it? And then one day, you get it, and it's so good to you We got the straight dropping, everybody know Where the money at, tell me where to go [Verse 1] Niggas joking, hundred rounds hit your funny bone Life short, nigga, but my money grown Grind for years, nigga tried to fly to Belize Homie want a hundred mill, but he caught a hundred years Getting more money cause I care less I'mma ball, double R on my headrest Ross and Diddy got a nigga all illuminated Fornicating, get your main bitch lubricated Came from the bottom, now a nigga packing fields Came from the bottom, now the house on the hills Can you see me, ho? Bitch, can you see me now? Got me on my Pac shit, are you still down? Thirty-six Os to thirty-six homes Thirty-six cars, thirty-six hoes When I caught my first lick, never looking back Thirty chains on, looking like a turtleneck I see you niggas broke, you wanna hit this dough You went against the grain, nigga, gotta watch you choke In the presence of the greatest, so humbling Coke Boy, Bad Boy, and the double M Reaching for the stars, but my feet so grounded Speak to the boss, nigga, don't creep around me You got funny ways, niggas fucking gay You ain't raw paper, you got twenty days Peep the Franck Muller, I'm a sharpshooter Can't jerk me, homie, I let your skank do that I'm still affiliated with them brick dealers Affiliated with them niggas tryna watch millions We buying shares, you niggas thousandaires Fucking with the dream team, need a thousand years Pyrex boy, Montana, straight chemist Put them feelings to the side, nigga Straight business [Outro] You say y'all ready, but you not ready We got the straight dropping, everybody know Where that money at, tell me where to go