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[Verse 1: Troy
You ain't never counted paper 'til gums hurt
You ain't never had to make do bum work
ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's a job in streets, shit is serious
My 'migo got in the city mud
Back against the wall and I need a
the fam to the (-) verse the Heat
I had twenty thousand grams just last
stopped comin', bills keep comin' 'round
Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it
Charged you out of ten, then I went in Brooklyn
blowin' up, the homies ask how it's lookin'
You think if I had the
I wouldn't you to sell it, you fuckin' jerk
You start gettin' mad, talkin' out of
In the game, six figures can easily to nothin'
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The fork on the grill pickin' up grot, dog
a white house (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
Troy Ave]
Man, I got glow
I done came on to motherfuckin' floor
niggas be hatin', I Just be like, 'So?'
I never get mad, I get that door
If the get bad, then I let that go
[Verse 2:
You do it you have to, I do it cause I could
And this is all factual, I do it for the
the four, cop and go
Cause these drugs are for sale, are not for show
Keep a eye on the monitors and the doors
No unless it's 'bout lots of dough
They love it, they still it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the is still on it
One hundred bundles by 9AM, it's a ill
A nigga lookin' good, the bitches is on him
Money, power, respect
is how I got the montega connect
If that paper right, they put the K to your neck
Give family a visit, they send your baby a threat
A lil' than the repurcussions on the block
But that all bein' said, is you hustler or

[Verse 3:
I get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low
Everybody me good, my bitch bad as shit though
You get gas, you seco, we whip ass, we
It gets bad and slow, we really with the shits, bro
Twist cap for it, (-)
When I'm hungry, I eat myself, Snickers
I got to eat before a catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I the chips and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, seats the hip
I (-), at least a grand to understand
put me on a flyer for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it