Aight, check this shit out Y’all niggas gon’ stay in the car I’m ‘a go and handle this shit Gimme ten minutes, if I don’t come out, y’all come in The money stays in the car ’til I say so… word up Aiyyo, what’s up what’s up, man This is what y’all niggas is workin’ with for 22 cents a gram?
Man, when I come up in here treat me like I’m fam I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go Got a spot and I can’t afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter with ya man? Standin’ against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain’t on no funny shit I’m on some get-this-money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DEA I sold dope in VA My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA I’ll show you where I rest at, it ain’t hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment (Hey, times is hard man) I know, don’t remind me If I catch another case I’mma kill Guiliani It ain’t even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin ’round the projects on Mountain Bikes
NY ain’t the same, it’s OT player You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man
NY ain’t the same, it’s OT player You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega Hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man
Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I’m not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down I’m ’bout my money man, I’m ’bout my money man