[Intro]
(Benny)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
My boys finna
Ayy, bitch, I'm trying, yeah
Nigga tryna get paid, not tryna be sitting 'round broke as shit, nigga, fuck it, you know what I mean?
[Chorus]
And bitch, I'm tryna get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Paid)
Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Slang)
Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)
Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)
Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)
[Verse 1]
Okay, I had a vision I was spillin', whippin' Ferraris (Whippin' Ferraris)
Poured cash on my dealer, made him hand me my car keys (Hand me my car)
Bad baby in my passenger, too old for a car seat (Too old for a car)
Dropped the top over her head, she dropped the top where her bra be (Top where her bra be)
'Cause just yesterday I was stressin' for surely (Yeah)
How this kid from Virginia gon' get all his glory? (Yeah)
And a crib stacked like Bibles man, with all them stories (Yeah)
We just want a full house, Danny, Jesse and Joey
For the twinny twin twins we all sin, no folding
Coming from a duplex, halfway like parolees (Like parolees)
Pushin' piccolo, breaking down green like we mowing
To buff a low out my life and pay them bills like they 'posed be
My bro keep white in the hood like Kenny McCormick
He sick of livin' dormant, his kids dreams enormous
Before you get to the hill in the cut, Neosporin
Gotta appreciate the scar that was formin'
[Chorus]
'Cause bitch, I'm tryna get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Paid)
Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Slang)
Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)
Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)
Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)
[Verse 2]
See, I got bigger plans than penitentiary chances
Given circumstance, where most young niggas get plugged into the system like controller panels
Moving grams like nursing homes our only scandal
Hoping a OZ get us down the gold brick road that Dorothy ran through
Seeking what the world ain't hand you? Nigga, you gotta take that shit
Taught us all these rules just to realize we had to break that shit
See, these the aspirations of a young nigga focused on a flip
Dodging the fate of a young nigga buried by twenty-six
Okay, 'cause I ain't got a lot, I ain't had a lot
But I want a lot, and just for that I'll sacrifice a lot
I just wanna let the money talk until it's jaw lock
Just to watch the bread flake on 'em like a croissant, sheesh
[Chorus]
And bitch, I'm tryna get quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Paid)
Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Slang)
Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)
Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)
Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, paid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, weigh it up, break it down, bag it up, slang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, work that nine-to-five, but can't let shit make me a slave (Slave, yeah, ho)
Stuff my pockets 'til them bitches out of shape (Shit)
