10pm on Fulton

Lyrics

[Intro] (Money) Ayy Uh Yeah [Verse] Quarter mill' cash, I was robbin' for a quarter pound Had to get my money in order, I had to sort it out I'll have a baddie missin' work, have her callin' out Swear they goofies, I could say names and really call 'em out I don't really listen to rappers, that shit be watered-down Everyone recyclin' shit, it's gettin' boring now I used to recycle the fits, I could afford it now I done put my life in this shit, I'm gettin' rewarded now Brodie score, we ballin' out Another case, lawyer said, "This time, it's gon' be forty thou'" And free Suave, damn, lil' brodie need a lawyer now I swear it's always somethin', fuck it though, you know it's sort it out I separate the fake from the real, I got it sorted out They in the barrel, crawlin' out I don't do no beefin', I'm in trap house with the porterhouse Shooter creepin', get him chopped up, he in portions now Summertime, I'm bringin' all the Lambs and all the Porsches out I took a bag soon as I saw like the lost-and-found They still playin', horsin' 'round I was juggin' in my Polo horses, car got horses now She a stallion, I'm a boss, she wanna get bossed around Okay, awesome, take it off, get up in her walls and drown Double cup muddy, mournin' my brothers, I gotta pour some out You know I'm Talk Money, I don't want to hear nothin' you niggas be talkin' 'bout Crazy how they switched, they bitch-made, no, we can't talk it out Quick, tell a bitch, "Dip, go kick rocks, bitch, go walk it out" Now she big mad I bet she ride me 'cause I'm havin' motion, it's like Six Flags Blues hangin' out my left pocket, look like a Crip flag Shooters tryna hit him first, they ain't tryna play get-back Ain't tryna go back and forth Soon as you go give 'em what they askin', they gon' ask for more Runnin' out of drank, I'm pourin' up like it's my last resort Sippin' when I'm stressin' Just go and get the money, this shit probably heal depression A lot of people forcin' it, think they applyin' pressure The whip super charged, but I ain't buyin' no Tesla And we all made mistakes, but I be tryna correct 'em Took a long jump of faith and I landed on some blessings Know I'm one call away if you need me come to the rescue I'm higher than the rest Helicopter from the Hamptons, like, let's fly it to the 'jects Like, let's fly it to the hood I take cash, card, credit, and that wire transfer good Shit ain't easy, it just look like it