Nothing to Something - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ye-Yea

Ceeo, turn that beat up

Every since a youngin, all i knew was, get da money

Yea, i ran up my commas, i turn nothing into something

Gettin' a big house for my momma and a fish tank with piranhas

On a PJ in pijamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money

I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, ya, rack, after rack

I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, ya, racks, after racks

Spendin' stacks and get it back, ya, bitch, i get it back

Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, i get it back, yah

Rubbaband man, uh, bustin' out my pants

Got two hunnit on my dash

I pay one twenty, cash, yea

I don't mean to brag

But mouthwash cost a check, yeah

Fresh in gucci plaque, yuh

Mister Brown swag, yea

No, bitch, can't do it like me

Friends, full jets, got on, a white tee

Lightin' it up, like a christmas tree

Spend fifty racks on cubain links

Think about buyin' me a new AP

Royce go all with pussy pink

I got all these god damn rings

Make her get on her knees, but she can't remember me

Too many deposits, sauce up in my closet (yea)

Drippin' thru' the lobby, bitch blow me like [?]

And my teeth is flawless, bitch, this money talk

I spent thirty on my martian

This Glizzock, this ain't Marvin