I`m sittin at the table, countin` my money
Ain`t where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a ni**a crossin` me
Well, that`s somethin` I gotta see

Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face
Tellin` lies, getting ni**as wives tied up and raped
Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap
All you ni**as gettin` robbed, all the cell phones tapped

Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah, they want a ni**a dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin`
Hundred rounds in da drum

Ni**as gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
Ni**as snitchin`, I know bitches who clippin` your dick off
I`ma boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin` ace by da case

Brisco line, 2 young ni**as, what it do
He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
That`s love, we go back to the blue house
And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house

My Maserati be da new body
Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin` in the king size
Last night I had tha bitch sittin` ring side

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)

I`m shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin` bring it, I`m swingin` dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I`m swingin` dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain`t thinkin` `bout time
Ain`t thinkin` `bout mine
Ain`t thinkin` bout dying

My ni**a so street, my swisha so sweet
All this money on the table, how a ni**a gon` sleep
Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil
Blowin` herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through

Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink
Look dead in her eye, it`s da end of the road
In the purple Maybach means dat I`m getting` more dough

Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross Florida lines, boy, I`m your leor
Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy`s real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed

Brisco line to young ni**a, what it do
Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring `em through
That`s love, we go back to da blue house
And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)
I`m shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger

Yellin` bring it, I`m swingin` dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I`m swingin` dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain`t thinkin` `bout time
Ain`t thinkin` `bout mine
Ain`t thinkin` bout dying

Ni**a how I`m livin`, damn near dying
For every digit I get, f**k they know `bout that
I aint never put s**t on the line, just s**t in they rhyme
I shoot a ni**a s**t on a rhyme

Wanna bet ni**a, you ain`t a threat ni**a
Never seen a laptop in da projects ni**a
Just powder, cut with comet, f**k them comics
Convicts and buyin` it, if they ain`t coppin` or fryin` it

Then don`t get a ni**a fired up behind sum
F**k s**t, ma ni**a don`t want this
Who dat, who dat behind the curtain
I`ll merk `em, wizard of oz ni**as

Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury
I see `em shootin` up all that f**k s**t
It`s getting` ugly, got torch on the line
Said he got a couple nuns, I told him
Grab two koo, bring `em on through

You wanna go that route, go there
I been on this road before
(Uh, huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay
(Yeah)

I`m shootin for the win but ready for the loss
Both bags on the tip on my finger
Yellin` bring it, I`m swingin` dat iron
(Dat iron)
When I`m swingin` dat iron
(Dat iron)

Ain`t thinkin` `bout time
Ain`t thinkin` `bout mine
Ain`t thinkin` bout dying