IV Turn

Damn bitch she called at the wrong time I was talking to my g about the whole plan Try to stack your money up so it don't dry Ra ra ra I just heard a man down Knock knock knock nigga keep your shoes out When you work in the ban-do you keep the cops south Free to them street rolling 3.5 in the backwood Then you really think do I really need that bitch or I really need the money Should I leave the hood that really sound corny Cause when times going you don't get it back When he takes four turns don't forget to strap Look nigga I don't really know I just rap But I can tell you few rules to the street Rule number one stack your paper to the ceiling Rule number two don't stop keep stacking Uh The home the car f*ck what you saying I'm a bold man Ima grab all the cash Beef with who no nigga I beef my past Got then turning em head to the back of my share Bro what's the plan go run up this check Like it's many lean got me feeling so weird Hold on no I'm feeling so blessed counting rest at the back of chair The sky so big why you blocking my part All these a freak bitch they don't freak me got racks You just wan f*ck with the gang you don't know how involved when the matter get red I'm stacking my money so high I don't compare my nigga we been getting bread Oh she want f*ck but I'm gas Rapping my mind I don't guest If I go miss imma stand Body on lift that's the vent Pissed bout the bank I go grind Cap bout ur life not my twin Pick her when 2 take her 10 Ain't bout no bitch here I mean cash Yeah this my blood mix my sweat Yeah this my fight I gone win Hol up get it get it get it Always keep one at the back yeah Cover my eyes with the band Run up my mill I'm racing like I'm bolt Keep stacking my cash ain't get dried I don't care Me on this side I'm gone grind till I'm there Hol up yeah Sleep with the win I woke up it get messed Damn bitch she called at the wrong time I was talking to my g about the whole plan Try to stack your money up so it don't dry Ra ra ra I just heard a man down Knock knock knock nigga keep your shoes out When you work in the ban-do you keep the cops south Free to them street rolling 3.5 in the backwood Then you really think do I really need that bitch or I really need the money Should I leave the hood that really sound corny Cause when times going you don't get it back When he takes 4 turns don't forget to strap Look nigga I don't really know I just rap But I can tell you few rules to the street Rule number one stack your paper to the ceiling Rule number two don't stop keep stacking