400 Thousand (feat. The Alchemist)

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(Yeah)
Mafia, what else?
Game Time
Hully-gully
Blocks

You can't have no friends in real life
When all you do is bag up grams and sell white
Gotta find some way to stash these bands and hide this cash
If they trip over my stash, they set for life
I recognize it's hard to get it and keep it, easy to jeopardize
Risk ain't worth the reward, pay it no never mind
Take it in stride and if worst comes to worst
You always board your first, never your second mind
Mind your business and never mix business with friendship
'Cause friends be the ones in the end
When it's all said and done, who can you call?
Who can you run to? Will they come through on the humble?
Or will they drop the ball and fumble?
I wouldn't be surprised, I've seen it all out my own two eyes
Before he died, my uncle
Said: If you let it slide, it'll come back to haunt you

Four-hundred thousand
I got all of this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this
Four-hundred thousand
Now the kush and the bricks got me pushing whips that ain't even out yet
Four-hundred thousand
Know how you know you getting money when you spend a thousand dollars on an outfit
I got all of this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this
Four-hundred thousand

My son asked what's the most money I ever counted
I told him 'bout four-hundred and sixty thousand
All dope money from whipping ounces
Slow rolling 'em snow bunnies in Clinton Township
The bastards tried to give me 'bout six
For transacting them graham crackers of that brown shit
Had me surrounded, they jammed traffic, the vans
In back of them Crown Vics, but they never found shit
During the fed run-ins, out in southwest
Used to have to get plugged into the outlet
Baggin' up in the house, stressed, ask Justin
Man, I used to have nothing, but now I'm rich
No more out-of-town trips, jumping on the road
No changing clothes, same old outfit
In the natty we hit the outlet
What I blew on vintage True Religion denim, could've bought a couch set

Four-hundred thousand
I got all of this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this
Four-hundred thousand
Now the kush and the bricks got me pushing whips that ain't even out yet
Four-hundred thousand
Know how you know you getting money when you spend a thousand dollars on an outfit
I got all of this money and can't trust a soul to help me count this
Four-hundred thousand

You gotta know when to hold and to fold
And when to walk away and run
And you gotta count your money