i keep my money in the safe i got bad bitches and they come in every shape when its Thanksgiving imma touch down in a plane young nigga im flying outta state i took wrong road had to reroute ion done some shit youll never hear bout only hang with killers if you one'em come around when she see the bands that's when she start to bounce verse tell a bitch to shake it pop it open like crack in the 80s black Mercedes yeah i made it skeley in the closet its a ap gotta 40 case a nigga try to play me imma shoot em till they finished yeah my guns got no limit got a tank on my pendant just like master p i got out the trenches and im making so much money and they jealous of my profirt why they mad at me verse 2 jacking cars and running cards i had this money fore i started rap ain't no cap see Johnny on the road hit with a jab and go straight for the bag a Milli a milli imma stack it up if a nigga be snitching imma light him up biyches be all in my mentions i block em all still got some in my bedroom imma fuck em all