Money

[VERSE 1: FLEX] I was going dirty, selling 2 for 30 To get some clientele 400 a quarter ounce is what I was pushing out my house for sale Making $5,000 a night That was on a off day when everything wasn't clicking right Because I usually clock 3 to 4 Gs an hour And I was living happily (unintelligible) with the money and the power I had so much I couldn't be touched by the C-O-P I was paying them while they worked for me for I could be low key Slangin' by the dozen with my cousin His daily cocaine operation in and out of Flint kept my beeper buzzin' Flex riding Lexus through Flint Them windows tint And wearing gear and suits that cost more than what you pay for rent Cause I was on a nice fat payroll Cocaine bought me every motherfucking thing and kept my pocket swoll I never did have a problem Cause if a deal was going down M-O-N-E-Y always solved 'em That was the lifestyle I chose They used to swear I was on my feet But I told them hoes I'm on my tippy toes And they thought that shit was funny But I would tell them again to their face "don't shit move but that money" [HOOK] Making that money in the fast lane I'll never go broke selling coke in the dope game A paid ass nigga on his motherfucking feet Making Gs, booming keys, keep the fucking 50s off my street [VERSE 2: SHOTGUN] Power is money, money is power Bitch what you make at Mickey Ds in two years, I make a fucking hour So take your ass and stick a douche in it Cause I don't hear you going to stop the sale of drugs When the government is pushing it Realizing life when I was younger Made me wonder what can I do to keep my fucking head from going under Seeing what my older brother used to do Running around with his crew I thought it was cool, I wanted to be down too Age 16, I'm hanging, slanging on the block We used to run but it done got to where we popped at the cops That corner had me out cold I done got stretched down by the hook With a hundred dollar rocks up my asshole But now my cash flow steady flowing, booming weight We started off with double-up, ended up into a cake This place to make so I'mma make all I can Whatever it takes to get my pocket full of them dead mans Cause life ain't shit but a big game You either roll legit bitch or you roll with the dope game And ain't a damn thing funny That's all I want is the fucking money [VERSE 3 - FLEX & SHOTGUN] Which I needed fast cause Colombians started moving out While I was running shit I seen where Flint was headed for a drought Shipments stopped coming in 5-0 started breaking in If I gotta kill to slang 'caine I must kill again Drug busters get ready for the graveyard I was booming so hard they stuck illegal drug signs in my front yard But I'm a real nigga, they couldn't stop me I ain't no rookie I had big boulders, 8-balls See my 20s was looking like cookies The city of Flint was sewed up The police wanted me locked up cause I was rocking them up And giving out double-ups Every place I went, not the King of New York man, King of Flint Money wasn't a problem, every pocket's full of dead presidents So I did never have nothing to hide It was just the FBIs trying to stop me from booming nationwide Because I was on a mission to the road to the riches Sitting back on the corner block of Mary collecting bank on them bitches While that money was flowing to me, G I always said don't nothing move but that fucking money [HOOK] [VERSE 4 - SHOTGUN] 8 o'clock was the time the deal was going down Told me to meet him all alone on the south side of town Grabbed the 9 with seventeen rounds just in case Counted 28 for the cake and I was on my way So the deal was made but before we headed out the door Shit! I heard a click of the .44 Pointed to my head, I just knew I was a dead man Only thing on my mind was the $28 Grand And this punk motherfucker about to make a clean hit But not if I can help it, I was ready to die for my shit But that stupid nigga didn't pull the trigger though Gave me enough time to grab the 9 and let my trigger flow Caught him dead in the face before he got away Then I ran up to the car, make sure his ass pays Started praying for his life, said he had a wife and two kids I said you should have thought about that before that shit you did Now I got a free key and $28 Gs Will I ever go broke, shit nigga please From rags to riches, from fights to snitches It's a must I'll leave every single one of you bitches in ditches Cause to get to the top is how I plan to be Chilling out in my mansion with two dope hoes fanning me Any time I can quit, G Cause it's all about that fucking money [HOOK] [OUTRO OVER HOOK - FLEX] Yeah, Flex been on the block slanging rocks, you know what I'm saying That was day and night Something I was living for and that's something I'd die for Hah, cause I been up on the streets, nigga Up on Mary and Delia with them real hoes That's what I call a street life You got to have a mind to play that game in order to survive And that's what I call street knowledge If you want that motherfucking money They say it ain't a job but it's a motherfucking job, alright You work day and night, making that money fast and quick like But you hearing if from some niggas That's been through the motherfucking shit You know what I'm saying, that's me, Shotgun and Dalo