[Intro]
Yeah, though I walk alone
The shadow doubts of steps looking to come for us
But too many people come around for the same reasons
We all go down to the faces of the law
Run around scared like little... and never come up
Stay broke forever
[Verse 1]
You can catch me toting weight in any city or state
'Cause my hustle will never stop like a car on bad breaks
A jar with no shake makes it come back gravy
And when you using A1, the fiends come back crazy
To blaze me a quickie, need a scope and a beam
I be in O.C.J. sporting blues and gray
Get out the next day, and AK your braids, nigga
Send ya' assto see Hov', and I ain't talking 'bout Jigga
Have ya' boys on the block, pissed, pouring out liquor
Sporting white tees with ya' face all on the picture
And if you live, it's guaranteed that the doc' gone stitch ya'
Get ya' main hoe to love me, cut, soon as I hit her
You know how Blade get down, flood the city with pounds
Pushers in the Caddy truck, thirty Gs on the sounds
On spinning rims bigger then the table you eat dinner on
See I'm getting money, that's the kind of shit I spend it on
[Hook: Catrina Harding & Blade Icewood]
Is your money right?
That's fasho
Are you a boss out here?
That's fasho
Tall boys on your ride?
That's fasho
Keep your heater on your side?
That's fasho
You know my name mean money, dog
Uh huh
They hear this and they hands up
Throw ya hands up
Or banging this in they ride
Oh oh
Rolling down the nine-five
Oh oh
[Verse 2]
It's real life here dog, this ain't no movie
So much work when I cook up I use a jacuzzi
Silencer uzi, so I can hit you quiet, but quick (shhh)
What up to my dogs locked down, Roo, Jesse, and Prince
Dog, I've been getting cheese since the early nineties (Uh huh)
In the D, it's gutta dog, even the hoes is grimy
See, every second counts, so my time is precious
Turned my watch into a castle and filled it with prince's
Commissary, safe, for a while I was up in the pod
Eighty-seven Chevy, fifty Gs in my garage
And if I put my hand's on you, it won't be a massage (Uh uhn)
Fuck with me, get smoked quicker than a weeded cigar
Should've kept ya' mouth shut, now look what happened
Adding up my bank, damn, all this from rapping?
Pimp, I got old stacks that I ain't touched in years
Everywhere scream my name like Norm in "Cheers" (Blaaaade!)
I be at the Lion's game drunk off plenty of beers
Use to be the Silverdome, now we at Ford Field
After words, hit The Network or Cayenne Grille
I represent the money getting Detroit niggas for real
[Hook: Catrina Harding & Blade Icewood]
Is your money right?
That's fasho
Are you a boss out here?
That's fasho
Tall boys on your ride?
That's fasho
Keep your heater on your side?
That's fasho
You know my name mean money, dog
Uh huh
They hear this and they hands up
Throw ya hands up
Or banging this in they ride
Oh oh
Rolling down the nine-five
Oh oh
[Verse 3]
I've been in the studio with all types of emcees
Some from Cali, N.O., or NYC
Gangsta, got cheese, still gank ya', nigga
Original Chedda Boys 'cause our bank is bigger (Yeah)
I don't sport ice no more, I sport frost, I'ma boss
Run that, nigga, fuck what it cost
Took a little loss, bounced back quicker than a dribble
Filled my crib with flat screens since my bank done tripled
Riding like I'm crippled, roll more than a wheelchair
Put niggas down harder than hits from a steel chair
And I'm in a big move, six figures a flip
And I keep low pro so the feds won't trip
Then dip to a island for a nice vacation
Got a 'K that clap longer than a standing ovation
Getting cheese by any means, that's my occupation
Sell dope, a lil' real estate, and rocking them stages
Cartier watch look like a iced dog cage
Money counters do the math or I'd be countin' days
Purple haze, gan', dro, don't smoke no bamma
Put ya' ass six feet like the old Jordan Jammer
[Hook: Catrina Harding & Blade Icewood]
Is your money right?
That's fasho
Are you a boss out here?
That's fasho
Tall boys on your ride?
That's fasho
Keep your heater on your side?
That's fasho
You know my name mean money, dog
Uh huh
They hear this and they hands up
Throw ya hands up
Or banging this in they ride
Oh oh
Rolling down the nine-five
Oh oh
