[Hook] Get your money, get your mind right I say what's real, fuck that limelight All these haters, they don't want it All these haters, know I'm on it And I got 'em like ay ohh Then the like ohh
[verse 1: Wrekonize] I walk around this little city getting busy out ? Miami Dade menace bringing records to death stock They looking at majors where Wrek spot
My arsenal is loaded I'm a British Willy Wallace Beats my battlefield you'll have to kneel to peel me off it I hear 'em in the corner on that gossip Like if he's really got it I tune 'em out to be completely honest I crack throttle Living inside a Jack bottle Grand piano laying on a fucking black model Rappers are trash bluffing when they sucking pen swallow Keep your advance on my avalanche
Sipping absinthe Bitch ring around the phony when you know we kicking has beens