Aight, check this shit out
Y’all niggas gon’ stay in the car
I’m ‘a go and handle this shit
Gimme ten minutes, if I don’t come out, y’all come in
The money stays in the car ’til I say so… word up
Aiyyo, what’s up what’s up, man
This is what y’all niggas is workin’ with for 22 cents a gram?

Man, when I come up in here treat me like I’m fam
I can go Uptown and get this shit 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
Got a spot and I can’t afford to stop the flow
Poppi, what the fuck is the matter with ya man?
Standin’ against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain’t on no funny shit I’m on some get-this-money shit
Every four days in PA I move another brick
According to the DEA I sold dope in VA
My coupe stay in Queens but the plates read VA
I’ll show you where I rest at, it ain’t hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other on consignment
(Hey, times is hard man) I know, don’t remind me
If I catch another case I’mma kill Guiliani
It ain’t even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin ’round the projects on Mountain Bikes

NY ain’t the same, it’s OT player
You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
Hit the highway and take it to a town near you
And get that money man, get that money man

NY ain’t the same, it’s OT player
You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
Hit the highway and take it to a town near you
And get that money man, get that money man

Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I’m not around
That means I copped and I went outta town
You motherfuckers know how I get down
I’m ’bout my money man, I’m ’bout my money man