jeopardy Lyrics

This a game bout gettin to tha' cash

Triple up all the money on the dash

I got bills rubbin' round in my pockets

Doc askin' "Why u got a rash?"

When I walk in show me to the stash

Act smart or you get your ass taxed

Got a big stick put you in tha' grass

You get killed but your homie get a pass

Feel like Stockton when they see the pass

I ain't leavin' if I ain't get a bag

Get your homie he talkin' real crazy

Watch out catch a bullet in your back

Stay cautious you could get tagged

Straight riches bruh fuck a lil rag

Shit get dangerous you could get whacked

It feel way too good to be bad

We just split a dime on the same brick

Spent the whole time praying for the same shit

Heard you threw a couple thousand on cam?

Then you pick it up right when the shame hit

Bet your stupid ass Imma lane switch

I be second guessing everyone I came with

I'll be paid in full till the day I drop dead

Fuck anyone I ain't came wit

Lets take it from the top

Need a new car and a watch

I hate dumb bitches and I hate cops

You know that the money don't stop

Imma need a new drop

Left the old one in the lot

I be in the bank wit a lot

Talkin' bout some money don't stop

I ain't done spazzin'

Flew up the river I done came wit da rapids

Make a boy dead dumb he'a start trappin'

Now he thinkin' he could do fashion

I just made your old bitch look average

Call me shit fuck yea I'm da baddest

Fuckin' shit up Ion need practice

Leave him dead gone stuff him in the mattress

I just seen your broke ass on Saks Fifth

What you doing there you don't got a bag bitch

Fly as hell i be on maverick

Why ya bitch actin' like she ain't had it

Customize the AR with fabric

Drop your bro off he a bad habit

Keep my name in the game John Madden

Trynna fuck with me, thats gone be a bad wish

This a game bout gettin to tha' cash

Triple up all the money on the dash

I got bills rubbin' round in my pockets

Doc askin' "Why u got a rash?"

When I walk in show me to the stash

Act smart or you get your ass taxed

Got a big stick put you in tha' grass

You get killed but your homie get a pass

Feel like Stockton when they see the pass

I ain't leavin' if I ain't get a bag

Get your homie he talkin' real crazy

Watch out catch a bullet in your back

Stay cautious you could get tagged

Straight riches bruh fuck a lil rag

Shit get dangerous you could get whacked

It feel way too good to be bad