Fast Money Fuck Ya Bitch Gang, nahm sayin?
RIP my n***a Yams, Finesse The World man
Making the World work for you
You not working for the World, you know?
Get with it or get ran over by it

[Verse 1]
Tryna stay clear of these weirdo n***as
You bleed too, I don’t fear no n***as
Jack ring off of work, it’s like I don't rap
Sold packs, way back when n***as was getting their coats snatched
Right on the stairs, third floor, but I live on the fifth
Had the coke bags for the twenty and I was selling piff
Had this one connect, we used to link in J Hood
'Til he started shorting me grams, you know that ain’t good
Called 'em up like, "yo I need what I need"
Linked up, put the shotty to his cheek
N***a give it up

(Give it the fuck up n***a, we need everything)
Fuck you thought this was?
(I want the shoes too n***a, I want the shoes too)
Stupid n***a, uh

[Verse 2]
On the block like I ain't just did two tours
You want it cheap, got some shit for the 2-4
I copped 4 then my plug throw me 2 more
Might hit the dealer then pull up in that 'ooh Lord'
You like downers, we got options you could choose
Settle for the percs, some xannies and some blues
My lil n***a Dustin did it in a weekend
Discuss your life over tea at a meeting
Should he go or should he fucking go
Slide on the crib, knock knock, you wasn't at the door
Kick it down and do whoever in the fucking house
Run the pockets of the bodies then we fucking bounce
Then pop a bottle, it's a celebration
N***a call up Morimoto, place a reservation
N***a your life got no value
Have 'em do you for like 50 percs and like 10 valiums