I was little on sum money shit like yo fuck class/
& Im still on sum money shit like yo fuck ass//
I dont want shit 2 do with it, if itz aint bout cash/
Im tryna eat b4 da food gone fuck being last//

VERSE II

What u know about being broke wit nothin 2 eat/
kicked out of momz dukez crib where no where 2 sleep//
huggin da block wit da same clothes u rock every weak/
duckin da copz, just trynin 2 get back on ya feet//
think itz a joke where im from, only if u niggas knew/
u wouldnt understand it iz sumthin dat thugz go through//
nothing 2 loose, 4 dis money ill murder u foolz/
post up on ya block wit glockz, nothin would move//
i just wanna get rich i got nothin 2 prove/
a 9-2-5 (nine to five) or quick money, which one u gonn choose//
nobody eva gave my shit i had 2 make my own chedda/
ran out of rymez, had 2 make my own letterz//
if i gotta kill to get a mill(million) then ima go 4 it/
look through da scope aim 4 ya throat, then blow 4 it//
fuck feelinz itz just bussinezz but i smoke u money/
cut a long story short, i want dat OPPRA MONEY//


Like i said itz nothing, check 4 verse 1, then move on!! lol thiz shit easy!! ayo & by da way, i spell like dis on purpose, I spit how da fuck i wanna spit!! get at me!! AWAIT VERSE III


ayo big big ups 2 my niggaz tryna get their squad up!! iight