[Jack Shirak]

[Verse 1]
One thing for sure, I am where the money is
I  have my fingers in the porridge
My  boys in the mix
Really, the Rolex is nothing, you better buy a house
Put it in real estate motherfuck my safe
Running  for a better life with better money
They  want to see me on the bottom
We laugh at them
And  laughing at the bank
We burn them in the hand
Gun on the hip
You better don't act interesting
I'm  a hot prospect
Flying from country to country
Catch me if you can
I'm sicker then
What do you know about old school times
Most rappers talk shit
But they can't grind like Joost
I'm attracting a lot of bitches
Babe, don't get your hopes up
Because I can get head all around the world
But I rather have money
I can sing you a song
And leave
A bad day is 10 thousand
[Refrein] x2
I'm catching a lot of hate
I see your homie is stressing
We're making way too much money
That's why the shooters are on deck

[Verse 2]
Some stuff in a safe
Money on my bankcard
Used to come thru your window
Sat back in the class
"You'll never be fine again"
Is what the teacher said
Now I pull up high in the range rover
In the same hood
Stay on your bicycle
You're not like me
I have fought for my spot
This time is mine
I see all the rappers hating because I roll
I roll yet another fat blunt I wave
I wave for a bit to a bitch when I drive by
Used to be late, but now I'm on time
Because time's money
And money is time
I like it all
It's all nice
I have my own recordlabel
And my homies are signed
Now look at those rappers
And who the fack is like me?
Huh? Who the fack is true with you?
Because all those men only talk shit to you, hah
[Refrein] x2
I'm catching a lot of hate
I see your homie is stressing
We're making way too much money
That's why the shooters are on deck
(That's why the shooters are-)