Family (feat. Dave East)

Morten we got one

Ay, cracka, how you sum up

Put that money in yo pocket

Put that money in yo pocket

Put that money in yo pocket

Put that money in yo pocket

Been in the field for a long time

Hundred bitches on my phone line

I be all up in that Gucci shit

Flyest **** in my own mind

I been lookin' for a whole thing

I'm Tupac without the nose ring

I'm B.I.G. if he was skinny, ****

I'm backwoods smokin' Henny, sippa

I done whip the world with plenty ****

I done hit yo bitch a hundred times

Ask my jeweler, blew a hundred thou

I told myself that I was done with crime

I was livin' at my mother house

Tryna back me up a hundred dimes

Court visits, paid a hundred fines

Full of fiends, ain't no cuttin' line

Early mornin' in the lobby with it

Or late night I'm in a park sellin'

Do my dirt all by myself

I never know the shit that y'all tellin'

And it's spreadin' thin with all fellas

Pray to God that they don't pull us over

If they do I got the bail money

That's the shit my lawyer shoulda told me

I been in and out of intake

I been lied to a hundred times

So I pay attention to my friends' faces

What kinda gas do the best take

What kinda money make a mofo

Only function I bulk up

It's a better chance if I walk up

**** lose they life over short bucks

Ay, cracka, how you sum up

Put that money in yo pocket

Put that money in yo pocket

Put that money in yo pocket

Put that money in yo pocket

Ah, hey, cracka, how you sum up

Put that money in yo pocket ****

Everybody tryna get a dollar from me

Get your hand up out my pocket ****

A hundred grand and ain't got no wallet on him

Straight cash'll make your mama want him

Straight credit I can swipe (Swipe)

Your favorite rapper ain't got a dollar on him

Deposit ten, you in effect

Laugh to the bank, laugh in they face

Anybody down to pass me a case

Pop it in they face, cash in the safe

Combination forward only for my mama

I'm in the house with all my diamonds on me

Any codeine I catch the flu

I'm kickin' back like I'm a soccer goalie

I paid attention what the drama showed me

Never die, your only option

Comin' up from nothin' tryna keep my balance, homie

Marry the streets, just don't get divorced

You probably end up payin' alimony

How you like butterfly

Hate the caterpiller, focused on my manners only

Family, family

Don't ever go against family

Roll up a blunt full of memories

I treat the foreign like enemies

Every mornin' it's my energy

I pray I don't drown in this Hennessey

Ghetto boy I feel like Willy D

Remember when they never mention me

Just notice greatness that you witnessing

Hundred grand ain't got no wallet on him

Straight cash make your mama want him

Straight credit I can swipe (Swipe) Oh!

Hundred grand ain't got no wallet on him

Straight cash make your mama want him

Straight credit I can swipe, I can swipe

East side, east side

You already know me, I'm fuckin' with the kush boys, L.A.