Money over Smoke - 607

Rule got damn number one

Money money money over smoke

Know a savage when you see a savage

Know a hoe when you see a hoe

Weak bitch gone find a way to be a weak bitch let em overdose

Stay alive stay free gang bang bang nigga what you in it fo?

In it for the racks for the fam

Fuck respect ion give a damn

Tryna live up to anotha nigga standard of a man keep you in a jam

Niggas mad at me in the can

Sent bread but they want it all

Pressure gotcha goin atcha dog

I ain’t stressin offa jail talk

Once you back out that’s irrelevant

Street niggas got no etiquette

Grew up dirty but I kept a bitch

Stayed free and I ain’t neva snitch

City kinda like fortnite

Plenty guns but no medikits

Everybody thinkin negative

Biggest foes be ya relatives

(Singin)

What it took just to beeee here

Say I’m lucky youn know the price

I’m alive but I’m fucked up

Swear to God I wouldn’t do it twice

Ion drive in the rain cuz it make me daydream bout them cold nights

You the son of a convict, so they treat you like a lowlife

I can make the sun go down on my enemies no problem

Grew up stealin so I really can’t get too mad bout robbin

Opp talkin like it’s redrum on my dead son I’ma off em

But I’m gettin to the money first

Nothin cool bout a coffin

Rule got damn number one

Money money money over smoke

Know a savage when you see a savage

Know a hoe when you see a hoe

Weak bitch gone find a way to be a weak bitch let em overdose

Stay alive stay free gang bang bang nigga what you in it fo?

Sicka niggas

Sicka bitches sayin that they sicka niggas and they wit em

I don’t give a fuck about potential

You don’t understand the fundamentals

Anybody killa, set trip

Say a prayer when the jet lift

Use to pray for my enemies

Now I pray about my next flip

Gun crime equal fed time

So I’m makin every shot count

Let the news tell you what you hit

Never stay to see em drop down

Never let the dirt I had to do make me loco I’ma block it out

Say my name 3 times swear to God I won’t go I be poppin out

I can make the sun go down on my enemies no problem

Grew up stealin so I really can’t get too mad bout robbin

Opp talkin like it’s redrum on my dead son I’ma off em

But I’m gettin to the money first

Nothin cool bout a coffin