Lyrics

Money in it, two got a hit, take your bet
I'll show you how to get money, I'll show you how to get some cash
I got a few habits that's hard to quit, **** talk about carats, nah **** that's a starter kit
I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus
We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit
I just made a hundred shit took me like 80 hours
**** if your face dirty, you can take you like 80 showers
They gon' wet that body up, it's like a **** want to take a shower
I remember going to the store and buying five boxes of that baking powder
Cars were hidden compartments, birds that we hid in apartments
Buying that Drip from the store, so of course we did The departments
Copping watches out the box, same way we cop the drops too
I still be up in Harlem, all type of foreigns when I stop through
No fear ****, beep beep tell that bitch come down
Hope she can swim she see my wrist, well then that bitch gon' drown, nasty
All this standing on business **** gon' sit you down
If you got the work, well I still got me a list of towns
I got a few habits that's hard to quit, **** talk about carats, nah **** that's a starter kit
I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus
We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit
I got a few habits that's hard to quit, **** talk about carats, nah **** that's a starter kit
I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus
We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit
VVS's on my neck and my wrist, canary diamonds with the white lemonade and they pissed
This Glock could spit anyway, watch when they switch
Give em 60, from the seven Carmelo, no assist
Bad little bitch dressed in Fendi and Amiri
Keep a bag with a stick, for you Tom and you Jerry's
Put a band on your head and shoot like Jason Terry
**** pop right out the bush and get you pushed, don't you dare me
I got millionaire thoughts with billionaire dreams
Can't spell without a L, time to manifest the means
Came from locked up in a box, now in SAC with a beam
Free the homies out the cells, fuck them shackles and the greens
A box and addy could change a situation
I got homies catching packs back to back with low location
If it ain't about the money, there's no negotiation
I've been cutting for a dream since Freddy versus Jason
I got a few habits that's hard to quit, **** talk about carats, nah **** that's a starter kit
I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus
We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit
Here I go, hey yo you know who the fuck it is, B.H. Shine, Mr. GKB himself
Shout out to my ****, Mr. Muggee, **** about to get this fucking money
All you goofy **** that's hating out there suck my dick
I hate all you ****, y'all **** is bozo clowns
Y'all **** know what the fuck it is man, it's time to get this fucking money man
Shine like robo, heavy on it, your broke ass ****, hating this shit
You know what the fuck, yo muggee man, kill these ****, you heard
Written by: 808 kartel, Antoine Antonio Drake, DJ Flip, Joseph Jones
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