The Money Train (feat. Brandiwine, Produced by Fluid Beats)

Fluid beats on the track Bitch, I got six figures Might not look like it, but I got hits I'm gettin' dope, these other hoes in the hospital Sippin' blow, smokin' strong, tryna make riddles Little city girl comes, gotta leave photos Got 28 bands for the new rollie I got 28 grams if you don't know me Get dipped in a bag by a young girl, geez They can't sell cash, I run shawty Pink rims on the Benz, I'ma send photos Got mad at the roof, so I cut it off I'ma kick and shit, I'ma get it off You need to cut that goldfish, nigga, get a dog Hit bulls in my backyard, hit it raw Need at least a hundred bands for a death hook Have your whole hood jumpin' like Westbrook Slow days, all night Early in the morning, all night Hustlin' till the money change, all right Can I ride your money train, all night Can I Slow days, long nights Mo' chains, all nights It's nothin' to a boss I pay this cost, nah, this is my life Ten Louis in the trunk full of cocaine Keep it in the shoebox, it's a dope game Just eight bucks, twenty bucks for the low man Mama told me get enough to buy a soul train Aces, baby, remember back in 84, man Jordan draft, earthquake, too short, man Oakland town, first place to cook cocaine Remix, dry cook, I microwave I don't get tired, I play the game Earring necklace, don't lemonade This is bank cash, I buy Escalade Man, I ride that thing like a money crane Slow days, all night Early in the morning, all night Hustlin' till the money change, all right Can I ride your money train, all night Slow days, long nights Early in the morning, all night Hustlin' till the money change, all right Can I ride your money train, all night Ay! Aye! Ay! Ay! Aye! Aye! Ay! Ay! Aye! Aye! Ay! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye! AYE