(+) Blood On My Jeans
Free smoke got the city all burning
Still feels like my opps ain't learning
Trigger on the dots too sensitive
Told bro Take your time when you're turning
Trap game fully on furnished
Twenty four hours
And they're looking refurbished
Nothin' ain't changed but your home address
Still make a sweet one
Put the wap in a Birkin
Don't care if that chick can't dance
Tryna make sure that the phone line twerking
See how they wanna ride this wave?
Didn't see their face when I'm sofa surfing
If this music ting don't work
There's one thing that
I know for certain I'm in the trap
I keep on serving
Serving on serving I served up Martin
Now he's on a flying carpet
Walked in on Martin piping his arm
In the morning moving lethargic
Wonder where he is right now man
I hope that brudda didn't OD
You know you got that special bond
Always with a certain fiend
Went from the pit of hell
Who woulda thought we'll
Be doing up mosh pits?
My brother still lock it stock it buy it
Sell it cook it and rock it
Bro still cook it and rock it
Only a boss could cover these losses
28K when I bought this Cuban
The Rollie ain't bust
Down? Then I don't want it
It's Dutch for the fifth but
I still take trips to The Tropics
Got your bitch in a foreign whip
She gon' pull down the zipper
Tell her to slop it
Pocket watchin' brothers mad
They must have lost it woah
I just made a ticket I'm still
I'm still counting dough
I was on the prison phone to bro
I don't know when they'll let me go
I told bro Put the thing in spor
T I can see the feds coming close
Burnt my Giuseppe's
I no longer wear my True Religions
Had to get me a safety deposit
All these stacks
They won't fit in my denims
All these racks
They don't fit in the closet
Money long I don't think I just cop it
And if KD with me then he's got it
Burn a spliff hit the moon in my rocket
And I put like ten thousand on jeans
But these stacks still don't fit in my pocket
And I built me a money machine
My hands really hurt when I'm counting
And I started with pennies and dreams
I woke up from all of the nightmares
So I'm goin' all out for the team
I'm goin' all out for the team
I'm goin' all out for the team
Fell in love with the money machine
Only right I run up on the plug
He came up off of robbery P's
Beatfreakz when I tell him to freeze
I don't wanna get blood on my jeans
Tell my mum that I love her to pieces
If I die give my dough to my nephews
And nieces it's 'velli
Pocket watchin' brothers mad
They must have lost it woah
I just made a ticket I'm still
I'm still counting dough
I was on the prison phone to bro
I don't know when they'll let me go
I told bro Put the thing in sport
I can see the feds coming close