Slice It

We gon' get it, whatever way you slice it or you dice it
Yeah, tip the waiter of 50, coulda got more if she was politer
Yeah, your car is cool, but I think that ours is nicer
Yeah, I pulled up in some sweats, chillin', but I still enticed her
Yeah, scroll thru telegram chats, comparing packs and prices
Make the right decision with precision, flip it times three
I was broke back then, but that's behind me
If you getting taxed, you gotta find a way to get it cheap
And don't forget to account for all the karma
Money be the root, but the bitch should be the biggest problem
Gotta watch your back, dawg, cause it can be a niggas prolly
They say the game is easy, but the shit can get you killed man
I been chasing mils man
Made a lot of money, but I know this shit ain't real, man
God can say it's done, I'm on the streets without a meal man
So I thank him and the vacuum ceiling, and don't forget the mailman
She said, Caleb you been healing slow
Told her baby going back to broke is what I fear the most
Coach put me in, passed the ball to bro
Told him here it go, I know the bitch deceived me years ago
I gotta let it go

Shit was simple back then, smoking blunts with Zelik Ak
Heading back to the crib, my big homie
Gave me work and asked me, what can I flip
Yeah, we made a lot of money, but the plugs was taxing
Those was better times
Baby asked me if I'm finna sweat her, but I told her nah
Polo teddy sweater, Ralph denim on
Yeah, I see the boy was hungry, so I went ahead and put em on
Yeah, she know if I said it, then she trust me and my word is lawbond
Peanut butter leather, push a start and a color calm
Yeah, baby asked me when I'm coming home, cause I'm never around
See a 10 on the table, and you know I'm finna double down
We gon' get it, whether you slice it or you dice it
Waiter asked me how I like my steak, I told him light pink
Niggas always cutting off their plugs, I make the price sink
Out the country, hitting me a stiizy til the light
Baby said she done with all my games and my hijinks
On the plane, Gary on my carry, make the aisle stink
She asked me Forti can I drop my hoes? I told her I'll think
She complained about the niggas she was with, them niggas sound cheap

Calibrate the scale, have it set to P's
If the rats is in the house, you gotta set the cheese
Bitch she said she wanna take a break, I'd probably help her leave
She said that Forti did her wrong, whatever help her sleep
Producers want me on the song, I probably help the beat
Posche 911 turbo never step the streets
And if you ain't talking money than we keep it brief
Yeah, we gon' get it whether you slice it or you dice it