Cash Transactions lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at?
Bo Jack

[Chorus: Boldy James]
I'll probably never love this rap sh*t more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap sh*t more than this trap sh*t
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How n*ggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A n*gga thought that this was that but it was never love

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
You ever seen a n*gga down kept his head high?
n*ggas riding past laughing as they sped by
Felt like the wholе world turned they back on him
'Til he built his linе back up and bust the trap open
Strap poking out his jeans, he in stack motion
Granny was three months clean now she back smoking
Mixing the coke with the reggo, she love the 51
Best dope in the ghetto, where he get it from?
A year later, in the hood directing big traffic
Gotta keep the big thirty-two shot clip ratchet
Zipped up in his jacket, case he gotta fire a n*gga up
n*ggas know he quiet but he cut
And now he back sneaky rich on some Meechy sh*t
Found the ancient family recipe in the ingredients
Involved in everything involving his immediates
Taming the dog when that b*tch was disobedient
[Chorus: Boldy James]
I'll probably never love this rap sh*t more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap sh*t more than this trap sh*t
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How n*ggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A n*gga thought that this was that but it was never love

[Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate]
You ever seen a thug up while n*ggas hating on him?
Buck fifty in the Gucci bag, the plug waiting on him
I'm wanted by the Feds, a few state charges pending
Still I drop off work to my dogs in boulevard of Linden
We in these streets, yo f*ck the industry and what is trending
I'm in that kitchen chefin' coke up in a Gucci apron
We was all Gs like Gucci until he gave a statement
38 snub nose is how they close them cases
Six shots to his face is how they close the casket
Military tactics, money under the mattress
My shooter got four bodies on a dirty gun, calls it his lucky ratchet
And he'll let you have it
I'm like a crossing guard directing traffic
UPS delivering the package, G-O-D n*gga, no cappin'
C-O-D be the transaction
M-O-B n*gga, f*ck rapping, Pirate
[Chorus: Boldy James]
I'll probably never love this rap sh*t more than these cash transactions
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
Touched my first half a mil and I fell in love
Thinking 'bout where I was at before I met the plug
I'll probably never love this rap sh*t more than this trap sh*t
I got a passion for sellin' drugs
How n*ggas hate me? I'm the wrong one to be jealous of
A n*gga thought that this was that but it was never love