[Intro: Pro Dillinger]

That's the Scarface

He's bad news, I can tell you

Yo

[Verse 1: Pro Dillinger]

I put some money on your head (Head)

My youngins wanna crash, I push my scummies to the edge (Woah)

Lick a couple shots and leave your bloodclaat for dead (Blah)

Dress in all black, but my favorite color red (Red)

Shot your homie once and I shoot at him again (Brrt)

I got enough enemies, I don't need friends (Nah)

The hammer twist niggas up, I don't need dreads

I been slidin' in the Lex' truck, I don't need a Benz

Made my own lane, I ain't followin' the trends (Nope)

Smokers in the hallway lookin' for the stеms (Smoke)

Y'all actin' too cool, y'all ain't focused on the brеad

Niggas takin' pictures, seen the focus on the lens (Watch)

It could've been a fan or it could've been a fed (Fed)

Hardest nigga out, I give a fuck what they said (Bah)

Nigga disappear, we give a fuck where they want (Bah)

I got money too, I give a fuck what he spent (Bah)

My ex-bitch a vibe, but my new bitch a ten

[Chorus: Pro Dillinger]

Put some money in the mattress

Revenge in my heart, I put your buddy in a casket

I got it on lock now, you niggas can't have it

Money comin' fast, countin' paper is a habit

It's deeper than some rap shit, it's money in my mattress

Revenge in my heart, I put your buddy in a casket (Uh)

I got it on lock now, you niggas can't have it (Yeah)

Money comin' fast, countin' paper is a habit

It's deeper than some rap shit, it's money in my mattress (Yo)

[Verse 2: Pro Dillinger]

You a loser, nigga, get away (You a loser)

I quarterback the gang, we in the game, I'm tryna get a play (I'm out here, nigga)

Stock goin' up and everybody tryna get a snake (I'm tryna eat)

Snow comin' in, a nigga cold, who tryna get a flake?

You food, I'm tryna get a plate (You food, nigga)

Word to my interface

Music like drugs and now we movin' on the interstate (We crossin' states)

Ho doctor playin' with the birds, your bitch a pigeon face

I get money playin' with the words, my nigga, get it straight

Been crooked all my life, I got the juice, so come and get a taste (Come and get some, nigga)

H10 dollars and my kids is on Medicaid (Yeah)

Post-traumatic, havin' nightmares, I gotta medicate (I gotta sleep, nigga)

Every time you niggas say my name, I set the record straight

Every time I grab the microphone, I make a record great (I'm the best)

Marathon, I set the pace

I come from the Town, nigga, food stamps and Section 8 (I'm from the Straw)

When I come around, nigga, new stamps a heavyweight

Scrapin' up everything, I get money any place

[Chorus: Pro Dillinger]

I put some money in the mattress

Revenge in my heart, I put your buddy in a casket

I got it on lock now, you niggas can't have it

Money comin' fast, countin' paper is a habit

It's deeper than some rap shit, it's money in my mattress

Revenge in my heart, I put your buddy in a casket

I got it on lock now, you niggas can't have it

Money comin' fast, countin' paper is a habit

It's deeper than some rap shit, it's money in my mattress

[Outro]

What I can't figure out is why you wanna be in this

Ah, you kids are always in a hurry, always wanna be first

Ah, the first to make money

The first to rob

And the first to die