Intro lyrics

[Verse]
He always talking cash sh*t but never have no f*cking money
Everywhere I go I keep a rack you f*cking dummy
All my b*tches eating not one b*tch bummy
Put the chop to his side have him walking like a monkey
Put that b*tch to a tussle
Blow that b*tch I hear a mumble
Keep the big forty ruger for them b*tches tryna touch me
Capture me as yall move cuz a lul' b*tch humble
Tryna get this money like me baby boy but it's a hustle
You gotta stay focused and you gotta have muscle
Keep it strapped at all times hating n*ggas try to bust you
Put the silence on that b*tch all you gone see is body fumble
Making b*tches sick I walk in her tummy grumble
b*tches start coming around when they see that check tho
In the street with the heat n*ggas don't want trouble
Free Roc missing my pops I swear I'm doing it for you
Molly B it feel good when the whole hood love you