[Intro]
[Verse 1: Pre-Def]
When money you've got
You think you got it all
But when n***a's talk, they just loot it all
You're thinking back now, money doesn't make sense
Just thinking of your girl, n***a's be counting rands
Will the honey stay? No one knows
Blowing trees before you're blown
Just far from the game, he ain't even close
She's just churched raised like the ambo's
But when talking money, she's like the 'rambo's'
And yeah I love money more than women of course
Got my fingers all clutched on that mutured dough
Talking about, they vend their souls and the places they go
Coming around like a lobe tell 'em n***a's f** those
Money like lime light time illuminated clocks
Tell 'em n***a's I'm coming around like a centered rove
(Tell 'em n***a's I'm coming around like a centered rove)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pre-Def]
Just grateful for the fact that the wheel goes around
Like I'm a round, and time travels like it's on the road at the same time as the wheel
d**h comes in three's my n***a, for real
High 5, like I hold smoke with my whole hand
b**h briny, I should've left the salt and took the whole sand
Things outta my narrow circle
They told you f** the squares now you gable Tetris here
We only survive with numbers like the 6's you get from a micle
The 9 to 6's
You'll be a dosser when you reach you 60's
Hip-Hop is just a resort area nowadays
(Youngins, this ain't no field for your play)
I know it feels right when you're sounding like a raider
Now how do tell your b**h that you're sounding all gay?
Ah some n***a has gotta say it
And this is the right time, and no time is the right time
No judging me like upscale books
Time is consumed the way it looks
You'll are like a supporter to the noon
'Cause everytime, you'll haters talk (you'll sound like crickets in the noon)
Your game is no better than that n***a trash you work
Your time is up like you just got a boogie man alert (your time is up like you just got a boogie man alert)
[Hook]
[Outro]