Текст песни
Pockets full of profits and my wallets bout to bust
I dont fuck with other niggas at the top its only us
On my mafioso with you plans I dont discuss
If she look into my eyes she gone give into the lust
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch where that lead is
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch where that lead is
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch where that lead is
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch get that lettuce
I'm a lettuce getter
Tell this nigga who he think is I am
Eager beavers creep up
If you speak up I dont give a damn
Money where your mouth is
You gone see your face beat up my hands
Spend it and I get it back no concert I reup a band
I be up again count me out I be up at ten
I drink cup of gin how I'm taking these shots
Niggas dying everyday nobody making me watch
If the money talks that's gone make em eavesdrop
I'm above the feet bitch I think I'm knee socks
Since the hotboys wore Girbauds and Reeboks
I would rock steady like I roll with Beebop
Keys open doors still they hoping we knock
And we never do We stepping through
Smoke em like the weed medical You better move
You edible You and them who you tethered to
My weapon do Like wrecking crews
Knock you on yo neck n move
Tear your whole foundation down
Still we find a way around my
Pockets full of profits and my wallets bout to bust
I dont fuck with other niggas at the top its only us
On my mafioso with you plans I dont discuss
If she look into my eyes she gone give into the lust
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch where that lead is
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch where that lead is
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch where that lead is
Whats the rush where I'm headed
In my clutch get that lettuce