Ampichino - So Much lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner] Got so much cake Damn I sold so much weight I'm in bed with two girls that'll go both ways Cold days in the summer time They got me heated Got me looking up at Jesus like "God I don't need this" Why the s**ers try to be us It's the mob I'll leave that p**y bleeding On the ground barely breathing Its drought season time to pay way more I love it because i make way more Grade A Pure For my nose Got my face all froze Its twelve o'clock and got three cakes sold And this game's old But this money is great He got k**ed right in front of his place Right in front of his kids What a way to go But the shooter got caught because his neighbors told Two lives gone over money; that's sad Damn I hate it when it gets this bad [Hook 1: Ampichino] Cheaa uhh uhh Cheaaa I pop up with the top down Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds Cheaa life of a rock star My ice bright like the lights on the cop car Block stock broker Checking on the stock sections My money longer than your intestines We move blow at a fast pace Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] I got so much dope Damn i sold so much dope In the kitchen cooking so much coke Like that's all i know Light the kush up Pour that fo' Life's a b**h But i'm on that hoe I get on that road Outfit four days old Wrap 'em up And in four days sold This the life i chose I know its wrong but that's how sh** goes So I'm thugging it til I get old Close knit clique Every n***a with me play his role n***as know they position All focused on one mission Any n***a go against this Then that nine clickin' This here is an army Front line [is a signed list][?] Momma always said life was hard And I need to get right with God But I feel I'm out here hustling for a righteous cause It's f**ed up in this life evolved [Hook 2: Ampichino] Cheaa uhh uhh Cheaaa I pop up with the top down Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds Cheaa life of a rock star My ice bright like the lights on the cop car Block stock broker Checking on the stock sections My money longer than your intestines We move blow at a fast pace Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face [Verse 3: Stevie Joe] I got so much cash Damn I'm moving so much hash Four pounds in a duffle bag Now you do the math Plus i got so much gra** f** the white girl I'm moving the black Now who f**ing with that D boy all my life I just started rappin' Fake n***as they all fold like a f**ing napkin One store four pots in the microwave Young fifty rich b**h I'm tryna get paid Ask them n***as out of town they say i got it boomin' Bad b**hes sending money through the Western Union And I tell 'em run it in b**h I need mine Because the kid all about a f**ing dollar sign My n***a lil blunt He sending white hoes While you other n***as just try to wife hoes Broke all your life Ain't gon' never have nothing But get up on this b**h and do a whole lot of fronting Feel me n***a [Hook 3: Ampichino] Cheaa uhh uhh Cheaaa I pop up with the top down Hop out with the chop spit fifty rounds Cheaa life of a rock star My ice bright like the lights on the cop car Block stock broker Checking on the stock sections My money longer than your intestines We move blow at a fast pace Come up short on the dough and get the gashed face