Jackpot L. Money - Me First

Counting all this money
Man my fingers hurt
Throw it in the air
Watch the women twerk
I got ya back
U can call me Big Herk
I just want my money
Like Big worm
Posted on the lawn
Me and Killa Tray
That been big bro
Since I was in 5th grade
Mix the pat-Ron
With some OJ
Walk inside the club
And they know me
I been the man
Boy and I’m still am
Took a vaca
But I’m back doe
Don’t use the front
Boy Hit the back doe
Use to sell grams
Off the patio
Black tee on
And some cargos
It was Nextel then
No iPhones
Way before Obama
Gave niggas phones
Me and DC back 2 back
In them Regals
That was brother then
Still he my brother now
Long live chap
That’s the OG
I remember all the things
That He showed me
Early in the morning
Gotta chase the cheese
Rats in the grass
I came em breath
Niggaz blowing
Whistle ‘s like a referee
Watch ya circle dog
Most niggaz square ‘s
Rip my brother
Y’all know who he is
On the Dex
Trab was a living legend
Same thing apply
11 years later
Rip to Bino
That’s my God Pop
In a drop top
On K block
Cutting niggas up
Like Arab
Rip to twin
We go way back
Ken Mack been
My nigga since pre-school
Rip Mel
We really miss u
3rd grade Jamison
I met Cyrano
Matter fact hold up free Cyrano
Pouring up the Henny
Mix it with coke
I’m a d boy
U know it’s Faygo
Stack the money up
Like Pringle’s
I’m a rock star
A black Beattle
Bought a Rolex
With my advance money
Plain Jane
I dnt want no diamonds on it
The more u come up
The more haters coming
I learned that from my mama
That’s my favorite woman
Gotta watch them niggaz
That u eating with
They can get the same plate
And want yo chicken
In a 19 last year
Like a time traveler
The streets raised me
Ima whole bastard
They thought I was done
I’m just getting started
Getting dumb money
Like the boy retarded

Written by:
Rudy Burt

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