| All that platinum shit, it looks like silver to me |
| And payin' a thousand times the price ain’t appealin' to me |
| I’ll spend my money in the streets so my whole gang got choppaz |
| And droptop old school triple gold trunk knockers |
| Pit bulls in the passenger seat, heat beneath the dash |
| Bendin' corners passin' the weed, who’ll be the «g» to last |
| The one that took his feddy and fled, leavin' his homiez stuck |
| Or that who took his feddy and said, homiez we comin' up |
| Cause they the ones that had your back, when you was broke |
| So don’t forget about that 'cause money stacks come and go |
| Or wind up solo on the under wonderin' who can you trust? |
| Cause your greediness took away the one thing that counts… love |
| Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang |
| Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz |
| Doin' thangs that we wanna, whenever we feel |
| Hit the block put in work or catch a flight to Brazil |
| Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang |
| Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz |
| Got a gang of baby mommaz, but do who we wanna |
| Fuckin' every bitch from hoodrats to Alyssa Milano |
| Remember where you started at, never forget it |
| And whoever helped you get that scratch, you better split it |
| Share the wealth and the life you’re livin', with those who’ve given |
| Take care of homeboys in prison, stay family driven |
| So come up and switch up, ya’ll get that scrill and feel invincible |
| Lose touch with the streets and forget original principles |
| And the laws and the rules of the game you feel that you’re above it |
| Thinkin' money got you covered 'til the day you discover |
| That the ones that backed your name |
| And struggled shoulder to shoulder with cha, no longer remain, |
| Their love and loyalty you burnt that bridge up |
| Now you’re all alone, no one’s to call to help you to your feet |
| Realizin' your dishonor over paper got you beat |
| Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang |
| Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz |
| Doin' thangs that we wanna, whenever we feel |
| Hit the block put in work or catch a flight to Brazil |
| Let me get that million dollars with my whole gang |
| Then watch us rise up out the gutters with legit slangz |
| Got a gang of baby mommaz, but do who we wanna |
| Fuckin' every bitch from hoodrats to Alyssa Milano |