SeVen1 - Old Franklins lyrics

[Intro] Man, I can't believe this They was gonnna burn all this sh** All this sh** And a n***a can't even find a job Well, thats uncle same for you baby Money to burn [Hook: Dion Jetson] Trying to get them old franklins Money that we making Got me walking round like my sh** ain't even stanking I ain't spending sh** I'm banking I put that on my ranking 100 in the safe and I still ain't changing [Verse 1: Dion Jetson] One of my cousins caught a case My other cuzo caught a case Can't afford the lawyer fees they repped by the state I gotta get this muthaf**ing money I can't wait Cause they too skinny for the county He can't make it in the state You make it rain I feel like you dissing me The chase for the bread is tempting me To crossover like a young AI Tryna light my neck up Fourth of July I need pounds, dollars, euro and yen I had it all once trying get it again Do it all to save my country cousins and kin Don't be surprised if you see me pimpin my pen [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo-Dot] Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok I search and roam Stack it 'til I own it ain't no purchase loan Old Franklin banking 'til I check out of that nursing home Working Log Trying to fill the safe up with them vintage bands Ain't no hustle benefits, retirements or pension plans Where it's at n***as need it, got it, we got mouths to feed Time is money, if you know it you won't let an hour freeze Swisher blunts a pearling, focus on the world'ing n***as ain't invited to this game Donald Sterling Old Franks, yeah I need that bruh 'Til a n***a get a hundred g's stacked up Then I flip that there to a Mill Go on do the math when the cheese stack up Being broke forbid me, enter to the big leagues Saving up and cashing out on Miller Park and Wrigley [Hook] [Verse 3: SeVen1] Mama gave me ten Turned ten to twenty Twenty to a hundred Gave my mama fifty If I ever get jammed OG come to get me Cause I never played her raw on my daughter f** with me Same n***a from the east side, Airmax, Levi Chilling with yo' feline, Macaulay meet the bee hive I'm all about a dollar Benji by the neck and Mr. Grant by the collar Man I choke the hell out the hustle baby, Sweet Sadie SeVen1 the army, too wavy for the navy It's f** you, pay me, like Volume 1 I'm from the muthaf**ing city where they value none [Hook]