Quarter Million

[Hook: Troy Ave] Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands If you ain't into gettin' money, you won't understand Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans I been about my business and I been a man More money, more problems, I invite the stress More money, more problems, I invite the stress More money, more problems, I invite the stress RIP to B.I.G., the homie said it best [Verse 1: Troy Ave] In the streets of Brooklyn, I'm a motherfuckin' hero Started runnin' wit' the 'caine like Nevin Shapiro Speakin' of frauds, when I'm out, they be MIA Pussy-niggas know better than to get in my way You playin' both sides, you don't think we know about it Until you both die and they make' a show about it Cold Case Files, cold Cristal Givin' pain, sippin in pagne' as he kissed out [Hook] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Uh, I be flourished under the fire, laugh in a face of doubt You ain't got enough money, your fingers'll count me out I heard haters supposed to do me somethin', all they do is pout They don't do it in my presence cause they know what I'm about Troy blow smoke, I ain't talkin' no weed BSB niggas, we a whole 'nother breed They try to bury us, they ain't know that we was seeds Growin' from the concrete, open crack, we succeed, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Uh, over green, red inf, black gage Dude pussy, put 'em on back page Above the law, what the fuck I'm respectin' 'em for? Money and violence, do disrespect in his jaw I get them Ms and believe I'm every bit of a G I keep the Ks and your girlfriend can get the D You want to get money? Need to get wit' me Mr. Flee, got more gold chains than Mr. T Summertime, chillin' on the stoop Fire hydrant on and fiend cleanin' up the coupe, but I... Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands Eighty on the pinky, hundred on the other hand, man [Hook]