A Hundred Ways

I woke up plotting Every day I'm thinking bout A Hundred Ways I can put some Dough in my pocket Say they want it I got it Might hit a roadblock but I ain't Stopping Can't fold it won't fit in my wallet Man I'm one of them ones, they Ask for me This that go and get the paper bag Money Told my dog he gotta stash money You can tell when niggas never Had money I ain't doing no deals when bruh Ask, Cuz he was Ji short last Monday Long as I'm giving it's all good, but When you tell him no they gone Act funny Nigga so be it Ain't with the talking I don't see it I'd get him popped like an opiate My thoughts a bit inappropriate I'm tryna Rush in like Soviets Why they be talking, but never the First to get to it like niggas get no Dibs Ain't got a spot for the 4 5th I'm tryna park it at your crib Your crib, huh Boy you done did it I sure did They ain't want me and the guys There, but we came to f*ck up Your whole shit She almost 30 with no kids I'm tryna see how much Hoe she is Ain't tolerating No Hoe shit Ya know? I woke up plotting Every day I'm thinking bout A Hundred Ways I can put some Dough in my pocket Say they want it I got it Might hit a roadblock but I ain't Stopping Can't fold it won't fit in my wallet What I'm rolling is loud as a Megaphone She don't wanna be saved then let Her roam In my jacket the metal Beretta Chrome Get to clicking this bitch like a Metronome Been on my grind tryna get a Dollar, I treat the spot like it's a Second home Told em I just wanna be left alone, But it seem like they need me to Set the tone I ain't talking to talk, man I mean What I say And they understand without Rosetta Stone I tried to cut her off but I couldn't Leave the head alone I feel like Pac with the Herringbone I'm Machiavelli, I'm hiding out Way in the sticks They thought I was dead and gone Them niggas lookin and staring Wrong It ain't bout what you say, but you Said it wrong Man I was just broke as a joke Tell me why you niggas keep being Funny? It's not connecting, I remember no Cable I'm watching UPN 20 I'm from the city, you know how the W B 50 and usually bummy All the little bitches pretty, but Quick to come use em for money And that's why I done Woke up plotting Every day I'm thinking bout A Hundred Ways I can put some Dough in my pocket Say they want it I got it Might hit a roadblock but I ain't Stopping Can't fold it won't fit in my wallet