100 Grand

Yo, you love my style
You love the way I move
You know I'm headed for greater things, Major gains
No playing games, I'm changing lanes, waging flames
Stayed the same, maintained my composure through all the changes
Ranges in neutral colors, chain is seducing lovers
The robe is Versace, Medusa covered
Uhh
Take a look you might turn into stone, that boy gone
My nigga Claude rolling that strong
That Hulk Hogan pack
We was broke and we ain't going back
Had to put the grind in full motion we was holding back
Foes attack, probably mad cuz they hoes intact
Flows is whack, and they mad that all the real niggas notice that
Crib in a cul-de-sac, bitches wanna hold the sack
Coldest cats in my ambiance, where your soldiers at?
Pocket rocket with the pole attached
Fuck around and get your soul detached
My attitude is so west side
No Cali, the 215
Where niggas is moving fly
Price is going ip like the butterfly doors
They tryna scrutinize
My pop told me how to analyze between truth and lies
Never let the crew divide, too much talent to divide
Too much money to hide, we spend it accordingly
Don't ask me for a feature if your budget ain't affording me
I'm following my destiny, the only thing that's sure to me

I need a hundred thousand by the break of dawn
If you ain't talking bout money you gon make me yawn