We gettin' a lot of money over here, man.
A of money over here, man.
A lot of cars parked outside, guys.
Tryin' to stretch out the coca.
Tryin' to stretch out the coca.
Tryin' to stretch out the coca.
Got some dirt on my shoulder.
Could you brush it off for me, homie?
You hear the vocals of Hov.
Have to be a half a chi of the coconut stove.
In a 3 million dollar home
Dawns on a GT, smokes on a Rove
Right now, I'm in the past,
I make it come back like Trinidad,
who doesn't wanna burn it?
and it's fuzzier than Kermit
And the blow look like cake mix,
if it cost three, guarantee it make six
askin' can they take flicks
develop for the Jakes, quick
Most of these young rappers
I'll be with the gun clappers
And the chain hang from neck to navel
And I flip the key low into a record label
Tryna stretch out the coca
Got some dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me?
Tryna stretch out the coca
Got some dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me, homie?
but they thought it was just rhymes
Didn't believe that we bought
Niggas out in Brooklyn, no I'm not lyin'
We done made strips get hotter
Hustle hard, we gon' always get money
Let the pie fry on one side,
Wreck a deal, we could turn that legit money
this chain on my neck is brick money
It don't matter if I rap real good
I'm the only rapper still
Look boy, I'm a boss on the block
things scratch all on the block
be gleaming across all the rocks
you seen me in the Porsche or the drop
Tryna stretch out the coca
Tryna stretch out, tryna stretch out
Tryna stretch out the coca
Got some dirt on my shoulder
Could you brush it off for me,
Yeah, I get my BMF on 245's
We call it chicken and noodles,
And you ain't talkin' bout nothin',
I got juice like the magazine
Chop on deck, extra magazine,
and every day I see things
I told him look in the source
that's why I'm drivin' this Porsche
when I'm in the Bentley coupe
But the only one dying is you
We got the streets on lock,