[Verse 1: BC JRoc]
Money be the root of all evil but a n***a never had it
How da fuck da hate become so strong when we wasn even braggin'
How you get all these bags up to the top you had to use a wagon
And drink it like the spit when it get hot just like this shit [?]
Can't afford another flag up on a play we gotta press the static
Shawty pulled up hittin' on that carpet like her name Aladdin
I can never cross my brothers out cause all you got is family
Shawty said we nothin' but [?]
I hope you keep that pistol dat you posted cuz it gon' come in handy
[?]
So much green behind the fence you tryna book I might spaz out like I'm stanley
I told her I can't come back to your city unless them n***as payin' me
Everybody moving on one accord just like a n***a planned it
Hit the blick until that bitch get empty we don't do no jammin'
I used to hit the block and beat dat pack I'm talkin' single handed
Now it's makin' sense to a lil n***a cause we really gettin' it

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I'ma keep that blick on me fo sho' cause I can't be a victim
I just spent a duffel buying brand new sticks and ammunition
Had to cut that lil bitch off she was hardheaded and she ain't wanna listen
Have to keep that FN, five, or nine incase I got an issue
Most of these n***as only come around when its beneficial
That shit gonna make you stronger if it don't kill you
If you ain't never had to sell no bags they probably won't feel you
Feel like they turned they back on me, I got major distributors dropping bands on me
Cross a n***a over like Lamelo they took buddy soul
We gon' get these millions we can't let nobody stop our goals
Streets they turned me evil I'm tryna stop the demon from takin' controlling
N***as guardin' the traphouse they up all night they on patrol
Countin' 100k while lil Cyrus watchin' Paw Patrol
I just made another quarter mil from sellin' my wardrobe
Me and JRoc at the warehouse sortin' through a truckload