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He was very street smart, very And he was observant I took the money to the plug's house The Butcher comin', nigga (Brr) Nigga had the eye of the tiger He was on I took the money to the plug's house Ain't no fuckin' 'round with Benny and Uncle Al Uh uh, I took the money to the plug's house Yeah, that's right Got a stash in the grass, a couple of guns Yo Word reached the killer I'm from Buffalo where it's cold in summer All we know is hustlin', lower numbers than the Ochoa brothers (Ah) They broke the code, now we exposin' suckers (It's that time) They know the flow disgustin', a Griselda feature'll blow your budget Been through Hell, I had to make it, I was well validated Kept my family and my scale calibrated 2012, I'm in cells for a sell, had no patience All these cats actin' gangster, autographin' affidavits That ain't me, they do my last year numbers at best I ain't fumble that yet, it's funny 'cause I'm gettin' running back checks Real shit, it ain't none of that left I'm landin' solo with that scorpion logo right in front of that jet SongtexteYour label office, I'm runnin' that next (Facts) We on you if it's 'bout Conway, the same if you comin' for West (What we do?) Swingin' a axe, doin' lumberjack reps I'm lucky, so an extra ace of spades gon' come in that deck I took the money to the plug's house, I ran it, scraped up the money Then double taped up the money Speedin' to a lick, couldn't wait for the money Why would I wait for the money? Blowin' gas in the vault, just to stank up the money, yeah Just to stank up the money (Ah) Broke niggas in the room, but they know that they can't fuck with money (Uh uh) Them niggas can't fuck with money This for all my whole brick buyers and my quarter hustlers And all the road trip drivers and the corner huggers He made his first ten bands, let's applaud the brother If you do that ten times, now you onto something Yo, the shit I don't say no more, I damn near don't pray no more Only to an eighth of raw, a fork, and the mayo jar Numbers, you inflated yours, you got a created buzz My flow got the fans rethinkin' who the greatest was When I go pay for drugs, I need duct tape and gloves Pots too, plates and scrubs, a spot where the neighbors good A place where fiends do favors for the neighborhood ('Member that) Come and cop and leave with extra rocks, he hooked the cable up Miss me with that famous stuff, the label only hit me when that payment come So we gon' play these hot blocks 'til April comes (That's right) I had an amazing run, that's where I got my flavor from Had me puttin' paper together just like a staple gun It won't make you equal 'less you put on all your people Got mine first, now my whole team got bezels you can see through I ain't talkin' about Griselda, it was niggas in my street crew Who was flyin' gas back from Cali 'fore it was legal I took the money to the plug's house, I ran it, scraped up the money Then double taped up the money Speedin' to a lick, couldn't wait for the money Why would I wait for the money? Blowin' gas in the vault, just to stank up the money, yeah Just to stank up the money (Ah) Broke niggas in the room, but they know that they can't fuck with money (Uh uh) Them niggas can't fuck with money (Ah) Aus Songtexte Mania