Fuck Shopping - Starlito, West, Quanie Cash

I just took the profit, said fuck shopping

Then doubled up on everything that I was copping

My young nigga hit me talking bout some robins

Next week I heard that he was back robbing

You got to stack it up and make it count

I know one bad lick’ll take you out

Buying brand names that you can’t pronounce

I take that same thing and put it in my account

I been swerving all day through this traffic

You don’t know the risk I took to get this bread I’m stacking

Can’t explain the reason I’m strapped with this automatic

Before I let you kill me them people gone have to grab me

Know niggas rather rob and hustle, but please don’t jack me

I’m scared of what I might do back, I’m talking closed casket

Bitch blowing up my phone, she’s a money bandit

I remember when I was broke and she couldn’t stand me

I was on the corner serving work up out the plastic

Now they say that I move weight, that’s what rumor has it

Can’t be stupid with that bread, I’m smart enough to stash it

If you had money for a minute then you Quanie Cashing

Whole summer it been dry, I been moving packs

Pinch hitter, I got niggas who think they up to bat

I front that shit out to my people, let em double tax

AF2O got that work, now who the fuck is that?

Same team still thugging since my younger days

Hustle don’t fuck with everybody, stuck in his ways

I guess my ways kept me safe, guess it’s safe to say

Hey I was putting niggas on, you was catching plays

Difference between me and you, you ain’t what you say

Keep this between me and you, I said that in your face

So many diamonds in my watch my jewler lost count

Hey I was building on my brand, you was missing out

I lost my money like a goddamn so many times that I went crazy

Never count on anybody that I know to owe me something

Like ay homie, when you gon pay me?

They tryna get in front of me, won’t nobody throw me nothing like

Damn, I should’ve been saving

All this young nigga shit, I done that shit, Lito, brought up in the 80s

Versace, Versace, no not me nigga

My niggas gon chop up this profit

I get off the road, I make a deposit

I’m tryna put my lil cousin through college

Damn right I got it, it’s staying right in pocket

Paying all these bonds so ho your nails might not get polished

Grind hard when I’m

Ain’t shit changed, I’m the same nigga

I didn’t have a dollar to my name nigga

You the type to go broke and then blame niggas

I did three shows in the same ‘fit

FILA bro, I can’t change nigga

Hustle man, Quanie Cash, Lito giving you the game nigga

Make it count