big chips on stack no pringles can....yeah drugs on stack get as high as ucan...big guns on deck like a boat in this bitch....im trynna stack big stacks til the floor cave in....... money×7...if it aint about the money gt the fuck up out my face nigga...bein broke no joke....i dont fuck wit the funny shit...i be chasing money like the cash grew legs...trynna stack big faces like totem pole heads..yea.im wherever the cash..u can play bent like u fakin a bad back..shots heard make u dash.shake. ass wen cheeks clap..i clap.u calapse..i bounce like bad checks..i have the 4 poundin u pussies like cheap sex...bro.really x em out back 2 back in a row..lineing em up.game over.wuts dat tic tac toe...the paper is the reason and the motive is more. ((BRIDGE)) strappin up cuz the block hot..trappin is over..but the grind never stop...stay wit tricks up the sleeves...imma hustler..that mean imma get it by any means...usa buster... a fluke by the westcoast means...goons guns and drugs.sex money murda.gorillas killas and dealers...fiens squares and workers..hoods streets and corners...fakes fags and wannabes...is all wut a nigga life consist of now.thats crazy.but aint compared to the way this lifestyle made me...early...damn near an adolescent...real talk.u hear me..had to gain an older presence..and my first caper felt second nature.i am where i belong aint no changes goin on...