0 (Verse 1) In the town of Reedley, California, where the sun shines bright, There's a story of cash, hoes, and blues that ignites the night. Sippin' liquor, smokin' weed, living the fast life, Ronnie Medina playin' the money game with strife. (Chorus) Cash flows like a river, hoes everywhere, Blues rip through the air, in this money-drenched affair. Weed smoke clouds the sky, as the game gets real, In the 559, Ronnie Medina strikes the kill. (Verse 2) When the night falls, he hits the streets with a heavy load, Stacks of money in his pocket, a heart as cold as stone. Blues rippin' through his soul, a darker shade of blue, In this game of survival, he knows what he must do. (Chorus) Cash flows like a river, hoes everywhere, Blues rip through the air, in this money-drenched affair. Weed smoke clouds the sky, as the game gets real, In the 559, Ronnie Medina strikes the kill. (Bridge) In this ruthless world, where the streets become a stage, Ronnie's the star, crafting his own fate and wage. Armed with ambition and a deadly mission in his sight, He's determined to claim the throne, ruling through the night. (Verse 3) Money comes and goes, but Ronnie stays relentless, With each kill, he rises, leaving his enemies defenseless. The game is his to win, in the 559 he reigns supreme, The legend of Ronnie Medina, a living money-making machine. (Chorus) Cash flows like a river, hoes everywhere, Blues rip through the air, in this money-drenched affair. Weed smoke clouds the sky, as the game gets real, In the 559, Ronnie Medina strikes the kill. (Outro) Reed0