Money in the Mattress

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Elcamino]: Uh La Musica de Harry Fraud Only young nigga you know They still keep a bundle for the fiends Pullin' up hittin' licks in whips from overseas (Skrrrrr) Only pull my dick out to piss on money trees and bad bitches You wouldn't understand, kid, 'cause you never had bitches (Never) I played the back block, in the Porsche (Skr) Made the power move in two, now we in the forefront Was kids watchin' Scooby-Doo It ain't about what you know, it's who you knew (You know me, nigga) I still pray like a Judas do extendin' the clip Fuck it long as the shit removable it stay on the hip (Word?) Pants saggin' got my bitch baggin' up work in a orderly fashion (Bag up, babe) Quick turned into shame daddy rappin' was static I was gettin' the bag before I was established Beams, clips and bullets, I still keep the gadgets Yachts, Bentleys and jewels, shit you couldn't imagine I get me a tool, I finna let 'em have it I'm still a king, I sip Henny out the chalice (What?) In the 600 Benz smokin' a yasis (Skrr) Missin' runts and grunts, I'm smokin' gasses If I die, shit, the money in the mattress [Chorus: Elcamino]: I'm from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good (Oh so good) Even when the slow shit, we movin' on the low, man, I'm always in the hood (I'm always in the hood) When I was dead broke, nigga, I ain't have a clue lettin' days go by (Days go by) Clutchin' on my grip, still heavy on the hip, this finna be a homicide (Finna be a homicide) [Verse 2: 38 Spesh]: Huh, ayo, before I had a bank account I had mattress money My first check had to have my bitch cash it for me Sellin' crack for this rap shit was mastered fully Made cash from cookies, ski mask and hoodies, huh Pounds on top of pounds like they was hashtags A full pound and 40 pounds in a trash bag Shot up the 6 Series, made him crash fast Put a long arm to a 6 like it's half past, huh You flash cash that belong to another man Your whole stash could fit inside a rubberband Go kick that woke shit to another man I'm worried 'bout the motherload not the motherland Last time I had beef he deceased If it wasn't for police I wouldn't leave the streets I'm Michael Corleone of the East Setting up a meeting with the boss to kill him and lead a piece, TRUST [Chorus: Elcamino]: I'm from a block where the fiends say the word hit oh so good (Oh so good) Even when the slow shit, we movin' on the low, man, I'm always in the hood (I'm always in the hood) When I was dead broke, nigga, I ain't have a clue lettin' days go by (Days go by) Clutchin' on my grip, still heavy on the hip, this finna be a homicide (Finna be a homicide)