[Verse 1]
All I know is sales
Profit and pretty females
Everybody else is clientel
They could go to hell
I got the magic sell you a spell
Hustle 34 gs on herald
Bag it by the eighths I got several
40 here 40 there dip to forty deuce from the square
Hopping the train f** fare
[Verse 2]
We got uppers we got downers for all the out of towners
When they come to my city they intend on getting litty
Showing up to the party buying out the bottles of Bacardi
Say went that Molly
And they wanna light up like Diwali
Guess what your in luck, got it in my polly pocket
Usually I roll joints but tonight we finna roll this weed up a chocolate dutch
I don't talk much
Cause my mind usually on what to eat for lunch
If the deal go down right tell shawty I'll make it in time for that brunch
With her dad
I'm the bad boy that you never had
Shawty I don't wanna make you mad
But the life that I live is rad
Sipping on the lean from a young age but I'm not sad
[Verse 3]
I could sell a lot
Trust me man I could sell a lot
Got the digi scale for the pot
Measurements all on point
28 grams for 225
Is that a sweet deal or not
You acting cheap I ain't f**ing with you
Time is money so I always got something to do
I'm either writing rhymes or im flipping dimes
Or sweeping dimes off their feet with the sweet rhymes that I kick on this beat
Just send it through the mail
And i'll get a pretty female
All naked to weigh it out on the scale