[Intro]
Arrange my books in order
Make up some nice stories to amuse you
Make things look smart and easy
Shape up the place, hungry for the
[Hook]
And if I found a thousand pounds, a thousand pounds (3x)
[Verse 1: Pill]
If I was privilidged enough find one thousand of that loud pack
Distribute it to trusted partners just so they can bounce back
Like juvie though, that's a thousand n***as say they knew me though
Random text messages just flexin on how they knew before the work came
That I would be a standout like a search stain
Pocket full of paper from prophet after the percaine
The first game, that I learned to play was that Tetris
Find a block filled em in and cash out on a necklace
He neckless, if he preachin' some wild sh**, foul sh**
Two shots now I'm sittin' in cells on some Green Mile sh**
Perfect this, hustlin' rationed bustas left with some lacerations
Pounds that I've found I yawned feel like my luck awakened
We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in
Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win
We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in
Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win
Ok denn
[Chrous]
[Verse 2: CyHi Da Prynce]
If I ever touched a thousand I would front a bag to every hustler in public housing
All these f**in' pounds and I would never touch a falcon
Call up my battalion tell em'that I got them brussel frostin'
Go buy some rifles for them cowards that be wylin'
Tryna' run up on us, hold that b**h up like a violin
Get hit once from the big pump, you flip punk
About my chips chump, I'm a chipmunk like Alvin
Uh, then I'm back to puffing loud and
Eyes cut lower than a Kung Fu master from Shaolin
Then I f** a stallion in my medallion
On an island drinkin wine, cuttin' salmon
Hit the club, make a movie Robert Townsend
The way these diamonds shinin' in the ring throw the towel in
Smilin', thumbin' through this cash that I'm pilin'
Singing this Soprano man I feel like I'm Italian
WHAT
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yuh, first thousand pounds n***a thought he hit the jackpot
Club polaroid pic, Benz symbol backdrop
Bent over redbone, she was just a mascot
Money fan can't cool you off when you that hot
Next stop car lot, Coupe wit the bald spot
Maseratti grill like a pit when the jaws locked
Malls shop a few hours took two showers
These two b**hes goin' down like the Two Towers
Too sour you can see it in a hater's face
True cowards so I keep you in a hater's place
Drop them numbers on the pounds just to make em' 'scape
Weed the fake hustlers out I'm just makin' space
These n***as talk a good game I just make the cake
n***as dying over here I just make the wake
Been seeing a thousand pounds I just scrapped the plate
For all the money that I stashed they ain't made a safe