Money in the Mattress lyrics

[Verse 1: Elcamino]:
Uh
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Only young n*gga you know
They still keep a bundle for the fiends
Pullin' up hittin' licks in whips from overseas (Skrrrrr)
Only pull my di*k out to p*ss on money trees and bad b*tches
You wouldn't understand, kid, 'cause you never had b*tches (Never)
I played the back block, in the Porsche (Skr)
Made the power move in two, now we in the forefront
Was kids watchin' Scooby-Doo
It ain't about what you know, it's who you knew (You know me, n*gga)
I still pray like a Judas do extendin' the clip
f*ck it long as the sh*t removable it stay on the hip (Word?)
Pants saggin' got my b*tch baggin' up work in a orderly fashion (Bag up, babe)
Quick turned into shame daddy rappin' was static
I was gettin' the bag before I was established
Beams, clips and bullets, I still keep the gadgets
Yachts, Bentleys and jewels, sh*t you couldn't imagine
I get me a tool, I finna let 'em have it
I'm still a king, I sip Henny out the chalice (What?)
In the 600 Benz smokin' a yasis (Skrr)
Missin' runts and grunts, I'm smokin' gasses
If I die, sh*t, the money in the mattress

[Chorus: Elcamino]:
I'm from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good (Oh so good)
Even when the slow sh*t, we movin' on the low, man, I'm always in the hood (I'm always in the hood)
When I was dead broke, n*gga, I ain't have a clue lettin' days go by (Days go by)
Clutchin' on my grip, still heavy on the hip, this finna be a homicide (Finna be a homicide)
[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]:
Huh, ayo, before I had a bank account I had mattress money
My first check had to have my b*tch cash it for me
Sellin' crack for this rap sh*t was mastered fully
Made cash from cookies, ski mask and hoodies, huh
Pounds on top of pounds like they was hashtags
A full pound and 40 pounds in a trash bag
Shot up the 6 Series, made him crash fast
Put a long arm to a 6 like it's half past, huh
You flash cash that belong to another man
Your whole stash could fit inside a rubberband
Go kick that woke sh*t to another man
I'm worried 'bout the motherload not the motherland
Last time I had beef he deceased
If it wasn't for police I wouldn't leave the streets
I'm Michael Corleone of the East
Setting up a meeting with the boss to kill him and lead a piece, TRUST

[Chorus: Elcamino]:
I'm from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good (Oh so good)
Even when the slow sh*t, we movin' on the low, man, I'm always in the hood (I'm always in the hood)
When I was dead broke, n*gga, I ain't have a clue lettin' days go by (Days go by)
Clutchin' on my grip, still heavy on the hip, this finna be a homicide (Finna be a homicide)