Bet Dat

[Verse 1: Maino] I went to jail over hard crack Then made a mill off of hard rap I'm trying to feel what's beyond that So I put my faith all in God's lap I was lost, couldn't find me So how the fuck I end up in Ferraris Just a young nigga in Huaraches Now champagne spill on my Versaces Buzzing off these alcoholic beverages Passed out barely know what day it is Running but the pain coming quicker That's why I put my life at the hands of these strippers Think the devil in disguise Swear I looked the devil in his eyes I walked through hell and survived Then I found heaven right between her thighs Tell these niggas I'm a rider In the courtroom drunk, finger to your honor Started from the bottom, had to battle with pirhannas Now it's Sunset Strip salad at Katana Handcuffed to a cell for old warrants Bailed out now it's back to world touring Fast cars, party hard the same living Wake up in hotels with strange women [Hook] If you think tomorrow won't come Heavy on the streets like I weigh ten tons Chasing this money for the paper I run I could tell these niggas ain't on we on Homey you can bet that Yeah homey you can bet that [Verse 2: Maino] I brought killers to my dinner table Then brought dinner to the dealers' table Hard to breathe when I'm killing space shoes Staring down the barrel tell me who you pray to Caught up in the moment hope I see tomorrow 'Til it's over tell that waitress bring us 20 bottles Trying to tell these kids find a dream to follow Don't follow me I'm caught up in caucasian models Swimming in these bitches off of television Condominiums with elevators in 'em Coming from the ghetto that's a hell a way to live it Bitches see the lights, diamonds hella dripping Caught up in the life I'm trying to make better choices Pack street sweepers in back of the Rolls Royces Nightmares waking up screaming I'm hearing voices Spinning right back into jail with all my poisons [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yo, yo what up yo God body is hard body Flying through the hood in Maseratis and large bodies Moving through the town and [?] papi Gangstas and God got me One man can take down the fam copy Sysco in my glass, learn how to hustle, rock and rustle In front of the children throwing cash Neighbors ain't like that He kept flexing on us young Old ass [?] and we dyslexian What it did, new fly crib New bank book, new ratchet, new whip New flip, new bitch, new kicks Two to three bricks, few trips You speakin' fly niggas see the dicks Yup, we all bezeling up Battle any creature bring your casualties up And ain't nothing moving but the money what Don't get stuck [Hook]