Money
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[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
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