[Intro: Goodfellas]

[Verse 1: OPSage]

The mental state of a young Henry

You with money, who I envy

I Rob De Niro , for dinero

So Moschino, with the G notes, like casino

Money pilling, incognito

Living legend

With a Ace mentality but surrounded by Santoros

4 Lokos, and don't shake them

Because they'll blow, when they go

Off in silence, that exactly how I like it

I'm the type to get excited but never my moves leaking

Niggas hot headed and trouble is heat seeking

Lord, my father, Godfather

Omega, mafia, our year

May weather money,but traces never shown

Good-fella methods, nobody has to know

I'm trying to make bread, save bread, bring in a friend

So I can kick back, make bread, come up again

Common

[Hook: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs]

I was trying to get home

Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone

Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money

I was trying to get home

Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up

I don't know when the toilet gon' back up

And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of

[Verse 2: OPSage]

I'm in a place, where dinero turns wive to widows

Tears to pillows

Lost homes in casinos, sweet Moschino's

Heavy rain

No umbrellas, coke novellas

New world filled with fellas, that's good

Now niggas loving their white tees, but you need white collars

Ill holla at a nigga that's trying to cover every single base

Like the 27 Yankees

Babe Ruth, the truth

Reborn, the proof, then made platoon

Given to you, now even Babe wasn't injury proof

It gets risky in the white collar business

Better not sleep

I'm just giving you the blueprint

You ain't gotta read

Now you can sleep on it, test luck

Get stuck and mess up

Chess up, your queen struck by real kings who test up

Next up is the best up

OP and the best us. OGs that test up

And raise up to rest up

[Hook: Lyfe Jennings w/ ad-libs]

I was trying to get home

Leave a couple mil' to my kids when I'm gone

Nigga, that ain't cologne, it's the smell of this money

I was trying to get home

Cuz I don't know when my karma gon' catch up

I don't know when the toilet gon' back up

And put me in some shit, that I can't get out of

[Outro: Lauren Valdes]

Cada ves que salimos, lucimos bien. Trajes limpios. Muy fuerte, muy bueno. Siempre al punto. La familia entera

No todos pueden resaltar. No es sencillo. Trabajamos duro

El dinero nos viene fácil. Las acciones hablan por sí sola. Nadie compite con nosotros. Ellos saben quienes somos

The woman that moves in silence, Katalina