[Chorus: Feezi Cash]

I rather live large, flip cars, and sell dope

Instead of, sitting around worried and stressing and being broke

They ask me what if all this shit will put me back in the pen

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

They ask me what if all this shit will put me back in the pen

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

[Verse 1: Lil Mo]

Hit liqs and pimp hoes, sell dope and get doe

I'm trying to get this money, what the fuck you think I’m in it fo'

Paper Pro and Lil Mo, yea, that's the same guy

Stretch it to the limit, cuz I’m whipping up my last pie

Wеigh it up and break it down, bang it up, we jerking now

Bout to makе this run, and make this thousand off this last pound

Yea I'm a gritter, running game on you dummies

When I wake up in the morning all I think about is money

Hug the block like the concrete, me and Doe 2 deep

I ain't hard to see, ride through the 50's, you can find me

Bout to dump this last ounce, get the cash and then bounce

Then call Doe tell him to meet me at Blu house

[Chorus: Feezi Cash]

I rather live large, flip cars, and sell dope

Instead of, sitting around worried and stressing and being broke

They ask me what if all this shit will put me back in the pen

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

[Verse 2: Rondoe]

The block don't move nigga until I say so

Lil homie on the corner see the boys he like, aye yo

The ??? talk fast and everybody get low

Boy I keep that, and stay with a rallo

From Euclid to Garfield, them niggas so trill

I'm really in this funk shit, but I'm into getting scrill

And if I get on your heels, then its off with your head

This A-R 15 'ill take off an arm and a leg

I’m trying to dump a few zips and work my way to thirty six

I do not associates at all with the dicks

Since the beginning, I’ve been in it for the money

This 2 thousand and 10, ya'll still bootsy and clumsy

I mean everywhere I sit, I keep a banger at the spot

Don’t come around here cuz you liable to get popped

I mean like forreal, we trying to get this money bro

You don't really wanna see me switch into murder mode

[Chorus: Feezi Cash]

I rather live large, flip cars, and sell dope

Instead of, sitting around worried and stressing and being broke

They ask me what if all this shit will put me back in the pen

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again

They ask me what if all this shit will put me back in the pen

Well I guess I gotta stack chips, nigga do it again