Opp Pack lyrics

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Huh

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I need my money fast, b*tch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
I need my money fast, b*tch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
You live a broke n*gga life, I bet you would like to trade places
Young n*gga in the field, I needed money, didn't have no patiеnce
You better know I keep it on mе, I'm not to play with
Young n*ggas stuntin' with chains and whips without the slave deals
Get your ass beat tryna come over here with them fake seals
That's a lot of glass in your piece, them diamonds ain't real
F&N cookin' up beef, it came with a gang of shells
What she did behind them closed doors, only gang can tell
Weighin' Plug pack, I made a dub off the same scale
I just blew a hundred without an advance or a major deal
Lookin' at the royalties like why I be rich? Only time can tell
Hatin' n*ggas can't see the team winnin', even the blind can tell
You don't want no money, n*gga, you belong to be inside the jail
The streets is not cool, it get lonely inside them cells
Ain't no Benihana, it's bologna inside the jail
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug & Good Finesse]
I need my money fast, b*tch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
I need my money fast, b*tch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Good Finesse]
You can have it all and lose it fast like an eye blink
I'm too greedy, in the booth talkin' spicy
SBs, he a thousand on some Nikes
Forty karats in a watch, yeah, it's icy
A freak b*tch, fake ass, not a wifey
Tombstone, put his ass on a white tee
Big clips, got me feelin' like I'm Spike Lee
Bands out a joint, no blues, it was old money
Triple nine, all gold, that's for sure money
Ten times in a row, I am not lucky
Tiptoe for the bands 'cause I know stinkies
Thirty piece on the road 'cause I'm too greedy

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I need my money fast, b*tch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases
I need my money fast, b*tch, I ain't got no patience
No, you can't hit this opp pack, I'm finna face it
You can't get to where I'm at without no patience
You wasn't with me when I was fightin' all them cases