Twiy

You short a couple of mil

I go on the street for you

I make a couple of moves...

...a mil here, a mil there

You got it

Time has come, we gotta expand

The whole operation, distribution

New York, Chicago, L.A

We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it

We gotta think big now

Think big...

We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job

So now we living like the mob

Like the President, that's me and my squad, nigga

My niggas hustle hard, shine hard, cause I grind hard

Getting paid, living life like superstars, got it made

I ain't lying man, I swear to God

We on our J's all night and day, no sleep

Been four days, niggas always wonder how I'm winning

Because I hustle every day, and don't do no spending

All my Ace of Spade days way in the past

I only celebrate birthdays and fuck off the cash

Kept spending but a hustler had to invest

Fuck fucking off the cash, tryin' to stay fresh

Thinking back on them days, all the money I made

Could have bought another crib with all that money I paid

Everyday I'm on my grind trying to get to it

And if you use your mind, I bet you can do it

Niggas love to act blind and try to play stupid

Just leave their lazy ass behind and go keep it moving, ha

Ten cars back to back, you can tell we living large

We living like the mob

Police on my dick, 'cause I got a hundred cars

We some hood superstars, all my niggas instant millionaires

Moving keys, been real for a long time

We OG's, in the hood you can ask about me

They know me, I been balling before you big timers had O.z's

Can't be silent, words match my actions

If I say I'mma do it then I make it happen

When I hit that Boulevard girls get attracted (they watching)

'cause they see some black kings that's out here to have them

We some young boss niggas that stay up on our job

So now we living like the mob, pullin' up

Like the President, that's me and my squad

My niggas hustle hard, hard

I never fucked anybody over in my life

Didn't have any comin' to em, you got that?

All I have in this world is my balls and my word

And I don't break 'em for nobody

Do you understand that?

Me I want what's coming to me

What's coming to me?

The world chico, and everything in it