my money matchin with my cloths bout to make some money and more hit the kush and overdose this mic is bout blow thow a stack in the club make them pick it up my lambo pickin up these haters are just switchin up always think positive moving money like the laundry man.. makin visions with my life going forward and just srive.. the devil always trying to put me down but i been darker places lookin faces like the matrix get away with all that hatred in the these streets you gotta get up and try to make it all these haters tryin to take me but they cant cuss tonywick is back.. head to the streets an make a stack.. my rubberbands always rip cus my pockets fat in the morning i gett up an never lack