Money in the Mattress

La Musica De Harry Fraud Only young nigga you know, that still keep a bundle for the fiends Pulling up, hitting licks in whips from overseas Only pull my dick out to piss on money trees And bad bitches, you wouldn't understand kid Cause you never had bitches I played the back block and the Porsche Made a power move too, now we in the forefront Was kids, watching Scooby Doo It ain't about what you know, it's who you knew I still pray like a Judas do, extended the clip F*ck it, long as the shit removable it stay on the hip Pants sagging, got my bitch bagging up work in an orderly fashion Turn to shake, wrap it in static I was getting the bag before I was established Beams, clips and bullets, I still keep the gadgets Yachts, Bentleys and jewels, shit you couldn't imagine Opp give me a two, I'm finna let em have it I'm still a King, I sip Henny out the chalice And it's 600 bands, smoking they asses Mixing Runtz and Gruntz, I'm smoking gasses If I die, shit, the money in the mattress I'm from a block where the fiends say the work hit oh so good Oh so good Even when it slow shit, we moving on the low man, I'm always in the hood I'm always in the hood When I was that broke nigga I ain't have a clue, letting days go by Letting days go by Clutching on my grip, still heavy on the hip, it's finna be a homicide It's finna be a homicide Before I had a bank account, I had mattress money My first check, had to have my bitch cash it for me Selling crack before this rap shit was mastered fully Made cash from cookies, ski masks and hoodies Pounds on top of pounds, like they was hashtags A full pound and forty pounds in a trash bag Shot up his 6 series, made him crash fast Put a long arm to his six like it's half past He flashed cash that belong to another man Your whole stash will fit inside a rubber band Go kick that woke shit to another man I'm worried about the motherload, not the mother land Last time I had beef, he deceased If it wasn't for police, I wouldn't leave the streets I'm Michael Corleone of the East Setting up a meeting with the boss, kill em and leave the piece Trust I'm from a block where the fiends say the work hit oh so good Oh so good Even when it slow shit, we moving on the low man, I'm always in the hood I'm always in the hood When I was that broke nigga I ain't have a clue, letting days go by Letting days go by Clutching on my grip, still heavy on the hip, it's finna be a homicide It's finna be a homicide