[Intro]

(Benny)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

My boys finna

Ayy, bitch, I'm trying, yeah

Nigga tryna get paid, not tryna be sitting 'round broke as shit, nigga, fuck it, you know what I mean?

[Chorus]

And bitch, I'm tryna get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Paid)

Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Slang)

Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)

Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)

Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)

[Verse 1]

Okay, I had a vision I was spillin', whippin' Ferraris (Whippin' Ferraris)

Poured cash on my dealer, made him hand me my car keys (Hand me my car)

Bad baby in my passenger, too old for a car seat (Too old for a car)

Dropped the top over her head, she dropped the top where her bra be (Top where her bra be)

'Cause just yesterday I was stressin' for surely (Yeah)

How this kid from Virginia gon' get all his glory? (Yeah)

And a crib stacked like Bibles man, with all them stories (Yeah)

We just want a full house, Danny, Jesse and Joey

For the twinny twin twins we all sin, no folding

Coming from a duplex, halfway like parolees (Like parolees)

Pushin' piccolo, breaking down green like we mowing

To buff a low out my life and pay them bills like they 'posed be

My bro keep white in the hood like Kenny McCormick

He sick of livin' dormant, his kids dreams enormous

Before you get to the hill in the cut, Neosporin

Gotta appreciate the scar that was formin'

[Chorus]

'Cause bitch, I'm tryna get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Paid)

Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Slang)

Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)

Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)

Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)

[Verse 2]

See, I got bigger plans than penitentiary chances

Given circumstance, where most young niggas get plugged into the system like controller panels

Moving grams like nursing homes our only scandal

Hoping a OZ get us down the gold brick road that Dorothy ran through

Seeking what the world ain't hand you? Nigga, you gotta take that shit

Taught us all these rules just to realize we had to break that shit

See, these the aspirations of a young nigga focused on a flip

Dodging the fate of a young nigga buried by twenty-six

Okay, 'cause I ain't got a lot, I ain't had a lot

But I want a lot, and just for that I'll sacrifice a lot

I just wanna let the money talk until it's jaw lock

Just to watch the bread flake on 'em like a croissant, sheesh

[Chorus]

And bitch, I'm tryna get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Paid)

Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Slang)

Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)

Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)

Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)

Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)