I get the cheese but I ain’t a rat They think that I bang ’cause I got so much stacks Street nigga, stay with’ cheese and a MAC Turned pennies to racks, they like, “How you do that?” I’m from the BX where that shit get for real Come on that fuck shit, get popped like a seal Why shoot if you ain’t shootin’ to kill?
It could go up just like a hill Racks on me like a nigga name Bill And I love the money ’cause I love how it feel Real nigga, not one man that I fear They see me on my phone, that’s racks in my ear Sticked up like a hood musketeer Times were getting hard so I knew we was getting closer Get in the way of them racks and it’s over I stay with bread but I ain’t a loafer In the trap with’ PMar, got a Glock by the toaster If a nigga try to run up, like Pop-Tart we toastin’ Pull up, air out the scene, nigga, and I’m ghostin’ Niggas write they raps in all caps I was really in the field like a bat If I’m hitting for somethin’ then I’m hitting for some racks Came up on pennies, now I’m having stacks on stacks Back then, I had racks in my dream (Yeah) I had a dream I had a dream, like Martin Luther King I get the money like it ain’t a thing Hold up, hold up, fuck that I get money ’cause it is my thing I’m in the A but the plug from Beijing Keep going, don’t stop Get racks like a tick on the clock
I get the cheese but I ain’t a rat They think that I bang ’cause I got so much stacks Street nigga, stay with’ cheese and a MAC Turned pennies to racks, they like, “How you do that?” I’m from the BX where that shit get for real Come on that fuck shit, get popped like a seal Why shoot if you ain’t shootin’ to kill?