[Chorus]

I been riding hella clean, not a crease in the Forces

I came up from the trench, I had to get me a fortress

I been going through a lot, I hope you rock out with me

I ain't never had a lot, I brought my block all with me

Let that choppa sing like a money machine

Ask me how I been, I been doing my thing

Came up from the block, I got a lot to live (Yeah)

Got too much to gain, I got a lot to give (Got a lot to give)

[Verse 1]

Way too much gain, your burned the bridge, you learn to swim

Yeah, my nigga turned a vulture from a snake, that's not my twin

I done took too many losses in these streets, I count my wins

I done signed to the streets, gotta ride with the heat

How you act like you my blood? I cut my fingers counting up

And the only thing that make me sleep at night is pouring up

I got demons in my mind and I can't seem to get enough

All these people show me hate, but at the end it's always love, mm

(I got demons in my mind) Every time I sleep at night, mm

(I got demons in my mind) I got demons in my mind

(Every time I count that money) Every time I count that money

(Every time I count that money)

[Chorus]

I been riding hella clean, not a crease in the Forces

I came up from the trench, I had to get me a fortress

I been going through a lot, I hope you rock out with me

I ain't never had a lot, I brought my block all with me

Let that choppa sing like a money machine

Ask me how I been, I been doing my thing

Came up from the block, I got a lot to live (Yeah)

Got too much to gain, I got a lot to give (Got a lot to give)

[Verse 2]

Way too much to give, I gave my all, ain't give me none (Nah)

And my bitch like Ella Bandz, I'm in the bando counting ones

Murda on my mind, just like I'm Melly, I see blood

I came right up out the trenches, yeah, I got it out the mud

Like ever since I got that win, I ride up in the A

I told my bitch if she stay down, she gon' get Cartiers

I know some niggas ain't make the league, them dreams done fade away

Nah, we couldn't play for Scarborough Blues, I had my day to day

I want that day date or that Cartier

I ride that Bentley truck on Biscayne Bay

I must admit, I have my dirty ways

I count that money counter through the day

[Chorus]

I been riding hella clean, not a crease in the Forces

I came up from the trench, I had to get me a fortress

I been going through a lot, I hope you rock out with me

I ain't never had a lot, I brought my block all with me

Let that choppa sing like a money machine

Ask me how I been, I been doing my thing

Came up from the block, I got a lot to live (Yeah)

Got too much to gain, I got a lot to give (Got a lot to give)