[Verse 1: Nile B.]

Tryna get rid of my change, I exchange

For the dollas and bills inside of the safe

Never late, Solid Snake eyes embedded inside my brain

Know my clique is always drippin

We breaded inside our veins

Why is Arthur always talking bout the script

The messages that he sending me never gon' get a grip

Well shit, we making dirty money cop and then we flip

And throw in a lil' extra if you providing a tip

I'll be up in five years I never had to predict

'Cause niggas who really hustling never get handed shit

We racing up to the top, the bottom we'll never hit

Who knew that a little tab could write an entire script

[Verse 1: Macyrus]

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