Green Rectanglez

Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar

Feel that, I wrote this song bout

That little green rectangle

Y'all know what I'm talking about

Money, hoes, that's all a nigga want

Before you jump in the game, learn your do's and dont's

You better change your money, don't let money change you

(Your money gone playa), so what you gon do

Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock

Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks

Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle

And being on top of your game, is the best angle

Cause some people get money, and don't know how to act

Some people get money, and don't know how to stack

I'm only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop

Even though I'm rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box

Some people hustle what it cooks, I'm just taking it raw

And I ain't never been in jail, I'm good at breaking the law

Yeah I'm a young b.g., but I'm bumping and grinding

You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming

You can check the billboard, I'm jumping and climbing

And all you can say is Hump and him shining

You better make your money, don't let money make you

Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga

I been making money, and I know how to keep it

And I don't cherish money, even though I need it

If you ain't got no money, playa you in some trouble

You better learn your do's and dont's, to make your currency level

The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch

While you out there roaching, I'll be catching platinum checks

Man this money don't make me, I make this money

I can tell you ain't never had none, cause you acting funny

Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow

I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow

Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next

I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex

What's next, if your partna turning back all your pennies

I wonder how them cats'll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley

I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew

But when your money gone playa, what you gon do

So what you got a little money, and now you capping

Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum

When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out

Who was the one that came through, and didn't stick you out

Now you running round town, yapping and talking

I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking

So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more

That's why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store

Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky

I made it in this rap game, because I'm blessed and I'm lucky

I still eat at Kentucky, I'm still wearing Air Macs

I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack

I'm still wearing tank socks, I'm still playing John Madden

I'm still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging

Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue

But whatever you do, don't let money change you

Y'all don't know what green rectangles is

Y'all don't know y'all shapes

The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that

Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper

Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper

You read what you sell, so don't let money change you