We got it, mhm, we got it, mhm, we got it Kells, yeah I know you motherfucker better have the cash for us Rack it up, cause I know you the one I see the mask and gloves Put the green in the middle like you packing a blunt And let me get a brown bag like you packing a lunch My steelo is to repo with the street soft For making me play the game when I had a cheat code Black pea coat, fo'-cinco, for amigos Outside your muthafucking peephole what up Black flag, with 3 letters that I'd die for And 3 more for the rivals, R.I.P Add them all together bye-bye ho Six feet deep with the fossils Now I ain't never killed nothing but a beat But if it comes down to it, shit I gotta eat And they say scared money don't make no money And it's true, what the fuck you think it's gonna be Lay down! Mommy should have never doubt, daddy should have took the liquor off the fucking couch Maybe then I wouldn't be in the position, saying "assume the position", while I'm searching for a fucking ounce Now where it at? They told me that the black safe in the last place where I will be looking So you better quit the rat race, they tell you that "rap pays" I begging for half-eighths while these label executives eating crab cakes, hold on These faggots eating, while my people starve Well I'm tired of hustling, think it's time to rob Same old shit, we ain't getting paid Well I'm in this industry, like fuck em, what we say? [Outro] Don't make this 40 go blow, go blow Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now Fuck em all, y'all foul, y'all foul Make these pussy motherfuckers lay it down, lay it down, ah Don't make this 40 go blow, go blow Put that money in my pocket, right now, right now Fuck em all, y'all foul, y'all foul Make these pussy motherfuckers lay it down, lay it down, ah