Lyrics:
an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn, goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my piece pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War
and scream, and cry forever and ever til the end of time
But he loves you
He loves you
He loves you and he needs money
Unh
Time ticking nigga where my money
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like
[VERSE 1]
I knew a youngster, met him at 14, a very short scene
Fiendin to make his dreams come true, but see, money was caught mean
Started runnin
dollar deal
I had the leverage in a sense
And I'm still as independent as it gets
Legend in the flesh
I'm in press and the legends are impressed
Already
get money
I can get money doin' anything
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
i dont force it
They ask how i do it now they trying to copy
I hit like in movies john wick has done tought me
Check my swag imma legend its clear
i dont force it
They ask how i do it now they trying to copy
I hit like in movies john wick has done tought me
Check my swag imma legend its clear
Finna make a classic, be a legend like I'm Whitney
Wake up off the Xan, askin' me like, "what's the plan?"
He from Lynchburg, hang his mans up on the gram
pledgin'
Died on 104 Northern Boulevard, Corona, Queens legend
(Tap the bottom of the bottle for the brothers)
Keep it real on the street, money
got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep
I stack in dough attract nymphos
(Damn) cats sick though
Too impressed by how that honey walk
Me, I'm tryna come up on some
Ways to make that money
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
Anything for the bag
But me
Ima different breed
Aye
Yeah
Niggass thinkin they know about me but they really don't even know
I was born to be a legend when I
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
of the world
I got the money
No, you can't have the throne
I already took it
This blue fame I made
That's what I'm cookin'
I got the championship
Like John Cena
and gone
To tell me how I'm a legend (tell me how I'm a legend)
You know that you dead wrong, you sayin' I ain't excellin'
And if they think he eyein',
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
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