I got money on my mind Bitch, I'm blinded by the dollar signs I'll work a fucking 9 to 5 instead of signing dotted lines By 9 to 5 I mean I've come to paint the town grey with 5 fucking 9s I'm trying to take what's mine Which happens to be everything that I see Might be selfish of me But, if I don't pick a side someone else is getting cash and pine Dine and dash Scraps is rationed Slash and gash Scratching rashes Catching rats and slash it's throat End up like a maxi pad soaked
[Verse 3: $lick $loth]
Haven't had to kill yet but I was born a murderer Triple 6 my nation I'm the red devil's chosen one Break in through the back Give a fuck bout your burglar bars When I was 17 remember when we would burglar cars My favorite gun that .45 I love how it bust Smoke leaking out your chest Body stuffed in the trunk I'm ridin' round in Hollygrove Best believe I got that strap Can't fuck with you bitches but Oddy got my back