Greenbacks

I need alla dat

Fuck yo feedback

Don’t need dat

Where the guala at

I really need dat

Proceed stack

Money

Fuck the hate

I don’t see that

Where the love ****

Where the love

Bitch I need Datt

(x2)

I’m only 17

Momma work 11, 12s

She chasin green

Angel in her eyes but it’s a side of me she never seen

Demons compromise

I want the prize

Shit I got hella schemes

For cheddar

Dreams are better

Havin nightmares

I still hear the screams

Sirens after shots

They found the body

In the courtyard

Somebody gotta die

My **** mindset stuck on O-DOG

Cops was at the door

Askin us questions I don’t know shit

Don’t owe y’all not a lick of spit

They pay you to do yo job

Them people make a killin offa black on black crime

You got no life insurance policy

They jack every dime

So now you mourning

Feeling guilty

Clip is full

Heart feelin chilli

Trigger happy, feelin temptin

Cus ya bank account is empty

The cycle really sickening

How the system set us up

To wet us up

Or get imprisoned

For the love of cheddar huh

The cycle really sickenin

How the system set us up

To wet us up

Or get imprisoned

For the love of cheddar?

FUCK ****

Greenbacks

I need alla dat

Fuck yo feedback

Don’t need dat

Where the guala at

I really need dat

Proceed stack

Money

Fuck the hate

I don’t see that

Where the love ****

Where the love

Bitch I need Datt

(x2)

Straight facts

Trappin out the homie crib

We sealin packs

Skippin school

And slippin into traffic

For the paper stacks

Fast forward **** started plottin

Tried to clap at Black

Chippin bricks

If he didn’t trip

They would’ve wet his back

Hit the fence

Always stay equipped

He startin bustin back

I was in the whip gettin some sloppy from a local bop

Heard the shots she panicked

Hit the gas

Reversed the car and stopped

Tried to hit the **** that was aimin for the homie top

Bullets kept on rangin

Bitch is frantic

Shooter turned the block

Hopped up out her whip, ran to Black to see if he got popped

Golden Pontiac is what he lurkin for them **** thought shit was sweet

Never seen them boys again

A mystery

They history

I come from the side

Where shit get gritty

Homicide

And robberies

The pigs forever filthy

My misery hate company

So leave me alone

Cus when you raised in section 8

You prolly breakin in homes

All for the

Greenbacks

I need alla dat

Fuck yo feedback

Don’t need dat

Where the guala at

I really need dat

Proceed stack

Money

Fuck the hate

I don’t see that

Where the love ****

Where the love

Bitch I need datt

(x2)