No Favors

[Chorus:]Top notch players, rhyme sayersNigga we don't do favours, you gotta pay usTen thousand (more), twenty thousand (more)Thumbing through hundreds, can't stop countingDrug money (drugs), ho money (hos)Whatever as long as it's your moneyGet off my corner, this grow moneyYou can't sell around here, you get no money[Verse 1:]Fuck a- ahI was told to walk with Jesus, I spark with the heatersI talk to the non-believers through the speakersEither get in line or get lowI get in shorty's mind, turn a square into a hoI fuck with real players that sniff blow and get doughTurned from a rapper to a pimp, I'm a schizoSuperman without the krypto, you get no loveI tip toe let the fifth blow slugsI put mink on the rug, 'chilla on my backMy hand around her throat till she deliver me a stackWhere my real niggas at?I figure that my fanbase push Cadillacs, nothin but MACsWeight holders and money folders surrounded by soldiersI never sober cause I know I ain't living to be much olderI'm so colder, you're so overMy flow's nova, you're like the dirt on my shoulderBrush it off[Chorus][Verse 2:]Sauce Money, mum's the word, I just come to serveAll of a hundred birdsYou run with herbs, my thugs eliteHold your block down, when I squeeze you hug the streetAll that ride talk'll get you is homicide chalkAnd candles when you kiss that sidewalkI'm a don with a plan that disappears at night like Akon with a tanStacks in the palm of my handCompetition wishing they meI did in one hour what took them till day threeNigga my fan base is the AC[?] I taste lately, money make me feel like I'm 8'3"Sitting on cash is how you pay meThere's no wonder that you feel that you ain't me[Chorus]