Fuck Shopping

[Hook – West & Starlito] I just took the profit, said fuck shopping Then doubled up on everything that I was copping My young nigga hit me talking bout some robins Next week I heard that he was back robbing You got to stack it up and make it count I know one bad lick’ll take you out Buying brand names that you can’t pronounce I take that same thing and put it in my account [Verse 1 – Quanie Cash] I been swerving all day through this traffic You don’t know the risk I took to get this bread I’m stacking Can’t explain the reason I’m strapped with this automatic Before I let you kill me them people gone have to grab me Know niggas rather rob and hustle, but please don’t jack me I’m scared of what I might do back, I’m talking closed casket Bitch blowing up my phone, she’s a money bandit I remember when I was broke and she couldn’t stand me I was on the corner serving work up out the plastic Now they say that I move weight, that’s what rumor has it Can’t be stupid with that bread, I’m smart enough to stash it If you had money for a minute then you Quanie Cashing [Hook] [Verse 2 - West] Whole summer it been dry, I been moving packs Pinch hitter, I got niggas who think they up to bat I front that shit out to my people, let em double tax AF2O got that work, now who the fuck is that? Same team still thugging since my younger days Hustle don’t fuck with everybody, stuck in his ways I guess my ways kept me safe, guess it’s safe to say Hey I was putting niggas on, you was catching plays Difference between me and you, you ain’t what you say Keep this between me and you, I said that in your face So many diamonds in my watch my jewler lost count Hey I was building on my brand, you was missing out [Hook] [Verse 3 – Starlito] I lost my money like a goddamn [?] so many times that I went crazy Never count on anybody that I know to owe me something Like ay homie, when you gon pay me? They tryna get in front of me, won’t nobody throw me nothing like Damn, I should’ve been saving All this young nigga shit, I done that shit, Lito, brought up in the 80s Versace, Versace, no not me nigga My niggas gon chop up this profit I get off the road, I make a deposit I’m tryna put my lil cousin through college Damn right I got it, it’s staying right in pocket Paying all these bonds so ho your nails might not get polished Grind hard when I’m [?] Ain’t shit changed, I’m the same nigga I didn’t have a dollar to my name nigga You the type to go broke and then blame niggas I did three shows in the same ‘fit FILA bro, I can’t change nigga Hustle man, Quanie Cash, Lito giving you the game nigga Make it count [Hook]