Shame the devil

This shit got me lucid, I like money, fuck this music

Nigga love rap, but some bout a Blue Hundred get me moving

Red 50s, what I spread, pockets pink like a white bitch

I fly out a dyke, bitch, but she say she don't like dick

Try and touch money every day, I make a way, I gotta stay down

My youngin' tryna spray, I told him, stay down, please don't play around

Please just lay down, cause all my niggas throw won't make it home

I tried to play it cool, but all them niggas hoes, I should've known

They catch me with no tool, I break that nigga nose like blood and bone

If it ain't bout the green light or cash, I leave that shit alone