money) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c
Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc
scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c
I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what
and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc Momma dead
) Seventeen and he got his own kilo Running green nigga living like nino Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note It ain't green get it back with tha c loc
no stars or stripes Just thugs, a bunch of drugs and the big thick bitches with crack pipes A vigilante gettin panties by some jaked up flake To much to count
.! None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money