[Intro]

(Nash Effect)

[Verse 1]

Go for them other niggas, sucker niggas

I got twenty years in my duffle, nigga, hustle, nigga

Keep that play together, call a huddle, nigga, huddle, nigga

Leave 'em by the curb like a puddle, nigga, trouble niggas

Outta law, like I just got killed, boy, you outta luck

You wildin', huh? Ain't nothing to fear

It's a lot of us, solid, huh?

Trying to hide that smell, keep that bottled up

Hollows make a pothole, stop a Tahoe, ain't no stopping us

I done bust a moves by the car load, my next trip a bus

I done served Hispanics named Carlos, but he black as fuck

That ain't my place to question, long as I get cash and such

Fuck I look like asking where you from? Pulling the atlas up

Got a wild bitch, she keep that pistol by her tan line

She ain't scared to use it, she just want that money in time

Super interest if you late, outsiders, there line

If you ain't with them, don't cross 48th, that's your dead line

[Chorus]

I say fuck your fucking interests

I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, I say

I say fuck your fucking interests

I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, on my

On my, I keep trackers on my bitches

Money on my mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, on my

I say fuck your fucking interests

You put money on the line, I play that string like Jimi Hendrix

[Verse 2]

Now ain't a thing I might be in it, not a swing I might be missing

I be checking on mates, for your king, I hop a million

For this thing, well I been did it

You all show, we saw them tickets

You a joke, but you don't really get them laughs, you hear them crickets? Shit

Don't let that shit play out like a scratched disc

Keep the cash, lay it all out like a tracklist

They holding out, your own homies put you on a black list

If your niggas stand up, all my niggas back bend

These niggas hoppin' bars like they missing bus cards

Matter fact, don't make me catch a body like trust falls

See, all my niggas eating free, we got lunch cards

Ruger push you 5 yards back, you want a false start?

Make 52 pick ups like I toss cards

My shit top rope, you would think it Swanton

Make 52 pick ups like I toss cards

All my shit top rope, you would think it's Swanton

[Chorus]

I say fuck your fucking interests

I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, I say

I say fuck your fucking interests

I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, on my

On my, I keep trackers on my bitches

Money on my mind and I keep trackers on my bitches, on my

I say fuck your fucking interests

You put money on the line, I play that string like Jimi Hendrix