Money flipper
Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper
Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor
He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle
Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle
Ooh, that tickle
My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight
Get your grind right, then maybe you can shine right
My partner Fred almost shot a cop, that's a blind night

I remember cold nights, cheap cheese in a jail cell
Why you talk behind my back? I'm livin' in a real hell
How a simple dope salе turn into a murder jackin'?
'Cause them streets, man, anything, it can happеn
Thirty rounds, walk up bustin' 'cause they know you packin'
Put your trust in a gun, oh, you really slackin'
Pray to God every day, he put that good in me
I keep two hitters on the road, that's the hood in me
But the hood good if my intentions not wrong
Ten percent go to God first, now my money long
Whatsoever a man think, then so is he
If you say you ain't gon' make it, then it's gon' be