Blow

A hundred and forty

A hundred and fifty

Fuck me running

A hundred and sixty

Jesus Christ

A hundred and seventy

A hundred and eighty

A hundred and eighty-seven

Where did you get this stuff?

Nigga, I'm a boss

You softer than Steve Urkel

I walk the straight line

You niggas walk around in circles

I rock Amiri jeans

You niggas still be wearin' purples

With the tag hangin' out the back

You niggas need rehearsals

They can't fuck with us on anything That we do

And couldn't hit a bitch

Not anyone that we screw

Been gettin' to it for years

Shit, I don't know what to do

I been savin' so much money

I be feelin' like a Jew

At the crib, cleanin' up

Findin' money in my shoe

A stack here, a stack there

I give it to my boo

Don't get this shit confused, boy

I'm still a Mack, nah

So much money in the crib

They call me Jerry Stackhouse

I really know how to ball

Your lil' money tapped out

When the feds hit the door

A lot of niggas backed out

I know niggas that was up

Its like they smokin' crack, nah

Cause they pockets flat as fuck

And they can't buy a snack, nah

I seen niggas I love fall

and I couldn't help at all

When I was down to my last

A nigga couldn't get a call

I was down on my knuckles

I couldn't do shit but crawl

Call me selfish, all you want

But that shit turn me to a dog

Gotta practice what you preach

When you playin' in the streets

While I'm playin' in the vette

Back to back, it's me and B

Had to park the long sleeve

You know I sat it on some Ruccis

Duffel bag full of G's and

I ain't talkin' bout no Gucci