Trypps Beatz Production Uh, right Huh, Trust Ayo, the judge gave my man a higher sentence I walked out the courtroom, I couldn't watch the entire lynching Even though we all admire Benzes Can't take it with us behind the wall of those barbed wire fences My credit cards got higher limits, I ain't gotta lie to kick it I don't use money to acquire friendships Let me tell you why I'm expensive It was fifty grand placed on my head And paid to a hired henchmen (yeah, uh, look) I took three, I was buying triplets, a Benz signed with sentence Stamped on the brick, just like a hieroglyphic Diamonds dripping, designer drenching Black Versace shades and I can still see dollar signs behind the lenses Front hallway, rental driving, backdoor trapper Plug throw me an alley-oop, then the backboard shatter If you keep dipping in your bag, then your stash won't last ya Unless you make that type of money that the task force after Ayo, money makes niggas hate, niggas want you to give it back I got more off a plate than I ever did with rap We ain't talking on the phone 'cause you get life if they tapped I did time and ain't fold, I got stripes on my back I keep it real in the streets just like I did in the pen I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again I got mine out the dirt, I got mine being loyal (yeah) Now everything A1, now that's a real nigga for you (uh) Look, the watch and the blocks got crystals in them I got the streets, and beef with the judicial system I played the sink but never did no dishes, nah I was in those blenders Contaminated everything in those kitchens The game put blood on my hands, and her heels too My homie clipped you, said he hit you, did you real smooth I bumped heads and let weapons off at real goons My bitch crib full of Fentanyl and lil spoons My bitch whip got hit, I hope she heals soon We got plans to buy a house on the hill soon I done danced with the devil under the pale Moon And ended up with more paper than a mail room I'm cooking in this hotel room For about a weekend, and I pray that housekeeping don't smell fumes It was times that I felt doomed All I needed was a better price to give my clientele room Ayo, money makes niggas hate, niggas want you to give it back I got more off a plate than I ever did with rap We ain't talking on the phone 'cause you get life if they tapped I did time and ain't fold, I got stripes on my back I keep it real in the streets just like I did in the pen I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again I got mine out the dirt, I got mine being loyal Now everything A1, now that's a real nigga for you (uh) Money makes niggas hate, niggas want you to give it back I got more off a plate than I ever did with rap We ain't talking on the phone 'cause you get life if they tapped I did time and ain't fold, I got stripes on my back I keep it real in the streets just like I did in the pen I ran it up, I got broke, then I did it again I got mine out the dirt, I got mine being loyal Now everything A1, now that's a real nigga for you (uh)