What ya’ll want to do? When the b-ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dipping in the zoom with the spoilers Hit Boy on the beat yeah say that Check all the credits we go way back The flow too strong money too long We be eating in the kitchen at the restaurant And my bitch upper echelon Yeah, pardon my french But I still fuck with Mike Vick I might pull up in a ’96 With the bucket 6 playing reminisce Uh, let me talk to you niggas Look at the money they printing If you don’t use common sense we ain’t never gon win Courtsey of Half-A-Mil but I’m sitting on a M
What ya’ll want to do? When the b-ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dipping in the zoom with the spoilers Hit Boy on the beat yeah say that
Niggas still ain’t get the message I relay that They tried to count me out I had to shake back NEPENTHES hoodie from Japan flew it straight back Treat the shit like I’m dealing, one beat cost a 8 pack The comeback kid, I’m taking shit to the extreme Half-A-Mil team we superior, supreme Mafia style like B.I.G and Lil Cease Crossing my T’s I kick her out if she a tease Whips all black and my nikes all white Jumpin’ out with something thick but I take em in all types Figures hitting my account nigga we gon be alright They been waiting on the flame its time to ignite
What ya’ll want to do? When the b-ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dipping in the zoom with the spoilers Hit Boy on the beat yeah say that
It’s all about the Benjamin’s It’s all about the Benjamin’s It’s all about the Benjamin’s It’s all about the Benjamin’s Baby Got your girl on my line, world on my line Irony is, I ain’t even buying Pinky ringing, [?] with the [?] singing Tie your music down the river with your chick clinging [?] playing you mad false Kid I got show money like Lou Rawls