50K

$50 thousand stuck into my Louis bag I'm married to the game, call it my newlywed Born broke nigga, I been on the hustle since Now my niggas on the board holding corporate meetings I feel like what I live like Dead president: covered up in green and white Oh I love that Rack up 50 thousand bitch, then it's good night [Hook] $50 thousand stuck into my Louis bag I'm married to the game, call it my newlywed Live broke or die rich: gotta be persistent And when I look into my daughter's eyes It gives a nigga chills I started with a C-note Got 2 50-slabs and chopped it Chopped the whole ounce into 20's then I hit the door Went in for the 9-piece, now my trap is going live Now I got enough for a whole thing, so holla back I call up my connect, tell him I'm ready for the pigeon Light a tree up bitch!