1st Quart3r Lyrics

I know why that nigger mad because his bitch done Fucked me

Three point nigger very spody and im getting Money

Two cellphone's ringing and they will not stop Real hustler

I got real customer's

Real street nigger never hang with buster's

I'm all about a check

I be trying to get that bag

I'm trying to fill it up with nothing but dead Presidents

Twenties fifty's hundreds i get it

Long as that bag full my nigger you can gone zip it

Street runner im about a check nigger

Street runner i never get to rest nigger

I been up for a whole week straight hustle no Sleep i been getting to that money

Drinking vodka out the bottle

And filling my newports up with molly

I ain't worried about nobody long as a couple Dollars in my pocket

Let me in you hear a nigger knocking