It goes one for the money, two for that paper
Three for that drive to get
it
You gotta dive in it
I guess that’s just in my spirit
Nigga, I will
walk, fly, try to get it
I’m a representation of triumph
I don’t lose, therefore I guess it’s a
waste of trying
I'm the check man
I do this shit strictly for the money
every day -- the love went away with X-Clan
The love kept me on the
underground
Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface
Get
the cake and keep working
Demonstrate a lesson to them every album
I can
teach perfect
I ain’t a cheap person
But if you wound up underground and
you ain’t hungry then you at least thirsty
The streets where it’s at my
nigga
Blacking out ‘til the streets get cracked my nigga
It goes one for the money, two for that paper
Three for that drive to get
it
Four’s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it
Nigga I will walk,
fly, try to get it
It goes one for the money, two for that paper
Three for
that drive to get it
Four’s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit
it
And y’all will not eat until we get finished
Yo the kid got game, the kid get props
The kid spitting the flames, the
kid don’t stop
The kid been grinding now he’s getting that guap
I was
visiting the bottom now I’m getting to the top
Doing what we do, that’s what
we get the props for
This is for my dudes living like rock stars
One two
three, three two one
Yeah the haters over there, but I keep ignoring
them
I’m in the pit any day, just like a stockbroker
Nah, I ain’t
flossing, I’m just living how I’m supposed to
Y’all get straight flushed like
poker
Never thought it’d be Skillz on your baby mama’s poster
Told ya,
doubters get knocked off
You ain’t believe me, but nines bout to pop
off
That’s how we do it and we stack the stacks
It’s your boy Skillz
homey, million dollar backpack
Too many clowns sweet and hard, nut and honey
Chasing fast cars and
dreams, nuttin honeys
You know it life ain’t nothing funny
I went from
bluffing dummies to world tours man, it’s nothing money
I’m surrounded by
investors with Winchesters
Super X black shadow chin testers
I don’t run
with jesters
So if I give you a pass know it was just a slim gesture
Too
many niggas swallowing
Too many niggas running around with no business, that
be frolicking
You in a bad space wallowing
I’m in the GL five-and-a-half
with the bright halogen
Gucci moccasins, Benetton sweater
J.O.K. there’s
never been a don better
Southern Bluefin prawns, ameretta
I fuck life with
a vendetta
