MONEY-MAKING

Yeah Triple To tha Mothafuckin' Cee Yeah, I don't know, no Nah, you don't fucking know We steady making money, ugh? We steady making money, what? We steady making money, huh? We steady making money, what? We steady getting paid, huh We steady getting paid, huh We steady making money, huh? We steady making money, huh? Getting bread, know me, homie How I spit led When it comes through W Trouble you 'Cause I'm about my W stacks Yeah, I'm 'bout my facts You know how I put it every time on a track Be clean Know what I mean 'Cause I stacked, on the lean, f*ck it Super, supreme When I come With the diamond On my back And now you know that Stay-strap boy Hit you with that click-clack Real quick Prrrraat Homie, yeah, you a snitch You's a bitch 'Cause you know I'm on my grip on my stack And my chips, boy You's a flap, while I'm on that flip, boy F*ck around with the real McCoy 'Cause I play with the big toys I don't think You wanna play with a G from West LA? 'Cause I'm making hits Making platinum tracks Know me, homie How I do, stating facts Hay muchas formas de hacer plata Algunas son caras, otras son baratas Me levanto a la mañana y pienso Cómo voy a hacer dinero? Me siento en el carro y me suena el phone Dinero a lo loco, por mail y por call Un llamado, un saludo, una visita a tu cliente Y todos te tratan como si fueras gente Sos importante, tenés un buen trabajo Y te dan el volante Sos el capitán de un barco Que no se hunda Que no se pudra Por favor Cambiemos el flow The flow, the style - is raw How we do it, boy? You can go from the bottom to the top And we ball That's all we know, homie 'Cause we do take it all if it comes in my way, yeah It be the new wave, when we coming - boy, we spray Nothin' but the hits I'm talking 'bout the tricks That we play on Like magicians Boy you know, this spittin As this is not written, coming from the top da mental And I don't give a f*ck All I need is this instrumental To flow through my blood And I show you the life of a thug Through my mind And I stay high as f*ck F*ck it Roll another blunt (roll another blunt) 'Cause I touched down on the 4th down Homie, punk, you's a chump Yeah, blowing on that big By the mother fucking ton 'Cause I get it on the front