Letra December 4th Money Man

December 4th

Bad bitch from the east side, got face tats
Caught a flight to the west, nigga, drove weight back
Pop a seal on some Hi-Tech, throw and eight back
Got more gas than the service pump at the racetrack
Vice slowed on the road, nigga had to shake that
Got more steers than queers, shot over to Bankhead
Had to transport a thousand pieces, I done got a truck there
Growin' up in the 'jects, we was sleepin' on bunk beds
Always give a nigga migraines and then gray hairs
White collar, file tax returns on green days
Trap hard, then invest the money in some trial spots
Bad bitch from the south side, gave her back shots
Bird? Shit, I made a hundred twenty from a laptop
Take some of the money down there, came sharp
I ain't Tarantino, but I got big guwop
Hell nah, nobody's brother, ain't gotta be nice
Called Chris, told him hurry up, flip my white
They tried to kick the door in, fucked around and caught a face shot
Took the fifty that I made, soon started a grow op
I be walkin' inside the trial spot, make sure the door locked
Had to grow it all electric 'cause it's cold out
I ain't signed a deal yet, dog, I'ma hold out
I just did a show in Knoxville, it was sold out
I ain't tryin' these shiesty niggas, there ain't no doubt
Take from me so they can give to them for a four pound
White collar, got a operation, got a bank statement
This nigga tried to serve me, but ain't made for that
Dropped nine on my home, it's where I lay at
Walkin' out the front door, a nigga had to stay strapped
Nephew take a loan, never got paid back
Never told a nigga no when they need somethin'
If he ain't got a little street money, he don't mean nothin'
Right now, I'm on a fattenin', can't eat nothin'
Fucked three times, little mama just keep callin'
Tyin' up my career for weed money