Money on the Couch

First Verse: I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams My coke organization still infestin' the land No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers Hand, full of ice, a gangsta's paradise Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it Now my name is implicated with the greatest Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H., Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks But I gets pissed, and send hits, don't fuck with my shit Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied to say somethin' Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction Continue hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at? Crackers can get the bozack, because I'm pro Black Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner I'm sure he would have gone before the judge With somethin' concrete, to sink me, cuz He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug Told my bitch I want him dead Bring me his head, fill him with lead Heard what I said? Don't betray me I'll put you on the streets and make you weak Put carrots and stones up on fingers and teeth And built you a home next to the beach And luxury cars we creep Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet Chorus: Money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything up in your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch, nigga Gimme everything up in your house, nigga Shut'cha mouth, nigga Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga Second Verse: I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw He sold up outta his backyard And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward You know he rolls up in the caddy It's about that time to go roasts and vogue I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last ho Nigga Russ was up in that car shop Ready to get all the seats fixed Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik Shit, I'm the lyrical genius Drop down on your knees to the penis The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but I never did seen it I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs Ya better be top notch, or I'ma cock my rhyme Glock To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor Chorus Third Verse: I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mag they make the foes shake Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher Due to my clique I walked to the front door Hope it ain't them po-po's I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind "What I have to run for?" Nobody would want to test me Especially comin' to arrest me Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way I'm drinkin' for honey If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies A part of a "ki" is all that I need To get on my feet, up outta the weed The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them kis I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down Niggas be comin' with dope lines Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time No fuckin' ya up cuz you know I'm Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin' And never a bad thought in my mind, cuz I'm steadily plottin' Chorus