711 (feat. HillBillyCombs & Xethius)

Pay the fee, don't you play with me
I'll take my money in hundreds I like 'em blue or green
I paid the fee, so don't you play with me
I keep them killers that's hungry
Fuck around they gon' eat
It's clear to see, I'm the one that's gon' be
Keep on counting this money until the day I can't breathe (Ayo miles run it up) (Yeah)

I'm learning from the mistakes, I be applying the lesson (Applying 'em)
I hit 'em right in the head, I be applying the pressure (Right in the back of that)
I put 'em right in the beam, I just be liking 'em redder (Like to see blood)
Put all the blues to the left, make sure you keep 'em together (I told 'em run it up 'cause)
I had to run up a check that's why you're seeing me stretching (Run to the money)
I do this shit to the death (Yeah) it ain't got to be questioned (Not at all, not at all)
Taking the food off your plate, eating this shit with no beverage (No bev)
Lucky I'm rolling a seven, double it back with eleven

I'm from the Hill but most of 'em C's
Applying the pressure stopping like a bleed
Know how it be, keep it in the streets
Been pushing P, just like the G's
But still don't give a fuck 'bout how you talking
Just watch how you talk when you talking to me
Lucky seven, nigga I don't gamble
There was never nothing I couldn't handle
Too much to be taking chances, I ain't seen nothing don't be asking questions
Eddie Griffin with a tool, acting foolish
Made mistakes, learned lessons through 'em
How you built when you stepping to it
Back against the wall, stood on all toes
Nigga, I done learned to press it through
Came from the bottom got it out the mud, you ain't stepping unless you stepping through it
Oh no, won't fold
Can't go where I'm from
Nigga no, nigga no, nigga no

I'm learning from the mistakes, I be applying the lesson (Applying 'em)
I hit 'em right in the head, I be applying the pressure (Right in the back of that)
I put 'em right in the beam, I just be liking 'em redder (Like to see blood)
Put all the blues to the left, make sure you keep 'em together (I told 'em run it up 'cause)
I had to run up a check that's why you're seeing me stretching (Run to the money)
I do this shit to the death (yeah) it ain't got to be questioned (Not at all, not at all)
Taking the food off your plate, eating this shit with no beverage (No bev)
Lucky I'm rolling a seven, double it back with eleven

Lucky I'm rolling a strike, fucking with me get put in the air like a kite
Or I can put 'em on ice, a thief in the night and I'm coming right for the bezel
I'm on a brand new level
Doing it right she digging this shit like a shovel
Pushing I don't need a pedal, applying ya pressure but really it feel like a feather (it's Res', it's light)
Rub it on me and it's smoother than leather
I got to try something new, it's whatever
I'm usually out on the move with the thugs
Roll with the tool 'cause I'm low on the trust
Cold ass heart had to get a new sweater
This cold ass world nothing to do with the weather
Save it all up had to get it together
You know that I got potential forever

I'm learning from the mistakes, I be applying the lesson (Applying 'em)
I hit 'em right in the head, I be applying the pressure (Right in the back of that)
I put 'em right in the beam, I just be liking 'em redder (Like to see blood)
Put all the blues to the left, make sure you keep 'em together (I told 'em run it up 'cause)
I had to run up a check that's why you're seeing me stretching (Run to the money)
I do this shit to the death (yeah) it ain't got to be questioned (Not at all, not at all)
Taking the food off your plate, eating this shit with no beverage (No bev)
Lucky I'm rolling a seven, double it back with eleven

Pay the fee, don't you play with me
I'll take my money in hundreds I like 'em blue or green
I paid the fee, so don't you play with me
I keep them killers that's hungry
Fuck around they gon' eat
It's clear to see, I'm the one that's gon' be
Keep on counting this money until the day I can't breathe



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Writer(s): Robert Smalls
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