Jigga Flow - NymLo, Smoke DZA

Everyday I wake up I say a pray-uh

Thank the Lord for the fact that nigga hey-uh

Round of a applause, got a lot of work to spay-uh

Transactions bring that paper upstairs

Gotta make sure all that money there

I don’t play when come to them onions

Take them ones to the bank, I need hunnids

No fives and tens, I don’t want it

I ain’t trying to be a bastard

But coming with straight Benjis made the counting process faster

I’m a trapper, weed dealer

My everyday watch is a Sea Dweller

I see cheddar

Going for the gusto with no regrets on what I coulda been

I put it in, ringleader of the shadow government

My last rap check I bought pounds of good

This next one’s to get my moms out the hood

She working to pay the bills and I’m working to have a chill

Til then I’m playing the field tryna get this chicken for real

Shit is wicked on these mean streets

None of my friends speak, we all tryna win

But then again

Ambition turn to anger

And there you have it, best friends turn to strangers, uh

Right

I let it go and let my chips stack

My nigga got caught for some work but we ate better of the git back

It might as well have been gift wrapped

The number one rule don’t leave no work where your kids at

Cause it’s the hustle gang these streets ain’t right

Stash in another crib and keep my heat up high

Road to the riches to the top of the mountain

Say «goodbye» to being poor, say «hello» to accountants

Cop my bitch a big Birkin and some kush and Loboutins

Shout out to that scale that helped me weigh out them ounces

Watch out for the leeches and? waveriders and hoes

That come over sober with alterior motives

Weed out the fake friends

Shit be all good when they in

That’s your man tell him no for something see then

Shouts to the cats that expect nothing from me

Different number same jersey

We used to fight for building blocks

Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing

So we could cop coupes remove roof poof ceiling

Fresh off the stoop ten inch boots, God willing

A nigga see tomorrow, dodging tips that’s hollow

Yea I drink a lot but never pride swallowed

Gripping on my bottle from the home of Apollo

You could wear the wire while I move like Marlo, harpo

Was what a nigga pushing for as I cook the raw

Shit you could tell nigga just look at me then look at y’all

Key and ivory weigh ins I’m low down, dirty?

Pay attention and you’ll get just what I’m saying

Coming of age as I’m stuck in my ways

Where I’m from to get your name rung you gotta keep your hand gun

Can I live nigga? Is you friend or foe

I live by these three words--money cash hoes, it’s Lo