Money - AZ

It’s do or die

This here, this here vivid and just, just holding stacks in your clothes

Put some money in shoe boxes and things of that nature

I’m so '90's nigga

Rob niggas

Get the plastic swiper

Get it legit, get it liquid

What’s your net worth

Quiet money

You know the fiasco, cut costs like Costco

Formaldehyde is like homicide to your nostrils

Rap apostle, indirect with the hostile

Unstoppable, these niggas trapped in their costumes

Coke on iTunes, y’all awake to a monsoon

Masterful pieces, peep my thesis of a tycoon

Corporate, too fly to ever forfeit

Fear, gear gorgeous, thoughts that travel the orbits I’m here

Horns and halos, fish corn and potatoes

Performed, loved and adorned

Getting licked on in the Caicos

Pop for the pesos, put the drop on the payroll

Alfa Romeo, hard top hop in the J-Lo, so Play-Doh

It only frustrate 'cause niggas fake

Got a billion dollar face on a trillion dollar chase

So many frontin' motherfuckers got me feeling outta place

Niggas like yo, you wanna win you gotta go mainstream

I guess I never went

I flow too much like the ocean

I’m from the truck jewel era so fuck whatever

Chess play for the cheddar, only trust two letters

Checkerboard on the sweater, rest assured I’m a repper

Feeling like Mr. Malcolm, the messenger outta Mecca

Nigga I’m a Giuseppe, Louis Vuitton stepper

Nike Jordan collector, vintage foreign, etcetera

Reflector, a hustler’s homage for those in bondage

Urgency of a convict who get his currency garnished

Astonished, you see the mechanics in niggas antics

Falsifying their transcripts, hoping pardons get granted

Manic depressive, fries and salmon for breakfast

Fucking them pretty broads that claim their man is possessive

Stands the freshest, deliver with the lyrics for the flow critics

No gimmicks, shit real as a parole visit

Hey fuck you man

Who put this thing together

Me, that’s who

Who I trust, me