Run up in your crib with the sticks, you don’t need it Take all your Z’s and your bricks, you don’t need it Why you even running your lips? You don’t need it Business and pleasure, plus the chips are needed Forget the hammer, I promise I won’t need it Forget wasting petrol, I’ll just give him a good beating (Good beating) I ain’t coming here for fucking games (Nah) I want every bit of change Bitch or I promise, I ain’t leaving Nigga I want all of the stash Just put the coke in the bag Make sure you seperate the good from the bad (Bad) This is upping my adrenaline Tell him don’t forget to put the cheddar in (Cheddar) I want every last bit of heroin (Last bit) Niggas that money just lasted a good weekend The heroin and coke we took, fiends just weren’t feeling I nearly fucking hit the ceiling Now it’s time to grab a couple heaters, head back to the [?] It’s like whatever I do, I ain’t eating (I ain’t) Chickens don’t want me, so I have nothing to push seed in (Push seed in) But praise God for the fact that I’m still breathing So CO give me something to roll up some good weed in (Yeah)