Verse 1

I can never lose chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like i just got out the pool
Skinny n***a sittin' on that money like the jews
Only time we make it to TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches, ya dig?
Young n***a's trappin' out them benzes, ya dig?
You gon' be a fellon or a witness, ya dig?
All this money murder and it's senseless, it is
Fuck ima tell 'em, if i ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money i'm gettin', probably ain't gon' need it
N***as say that we beefin', probably ain't gon' see 'em
I'm just pushing them buttons on 'em and ain't gon' leave 'em
Rrrrrr, that's that drummer sound, drummer sound
Body's dropping in the summer now
Don't come around, home of philly where n***as toting them milli's they poppin' just like they bullied you sucka's'll never feel me, i understand it
Pitch the rock I never underhand it
Clear port we got another landing touchdown in Miami
Another patek thats another grammy
I never put the money over family pussies they forever famine
Ah that money made me a monster
No more noodles we eating pasta
Dick road rappers they eat lobster
We been eatin steak n***a we mobsters