All I remember from back in the days we was running the streets with Glocks and AKs no it ain't fake bring me the shovel then bring me the rake I bring in the money I'm selling the white that get your nose real runny my diamond shine bright and it ain't even sunny shit I be counting that cash 500 wrecks on the dash she suck my dick while I'm driving I think that little bitty bitch want me to crash zoom and pass like I'm the flash burning their bodies it's turned into ash smoking a pack I keep it a stack no I got relax no I got to put the gun to his head then imma leave a nigga dead laying in a puddle of red now I'm zooming I said what I said I'm making the bread send em to bed oh shit its the fed ran to the back and hide in the shed I thought I was dead they saw I was cripping now they is tripping so I took off and now I dipping don't know I'm gipping