Songtexte 500 DEGREES - Amoneygreen

I got a paper stack to my knees, I got a book bag full of trees
I'm in a drop top in a breeze, I got my Glock cocked, lemon squeeze
Ain't shit free, I tax with a fee, Trap with ease, turn a p's to g's
Nigga, hot 500 degrees, You ain't on my level, nigga please

They be like, how you corner the market, Without playin' in the corner
Solid as the concrete when they say that it's on ya
Hit the streets and smell that money, my favorite aroma
They was sleepin' but they woke up, shoulda stayed in that coma
Everything for the low, they lost it when they hear da price
AMG trapped out till this shit like paradise
Cause I'm watchin' niggas crap out without a pair of dice
Just hit Diamond Rush up for the clearest ice
He keep gettin' tight cause his shorty sayin' Aaron nice
I need the whole motherfuckin' pie, I ain't here for slice
These guys is really jokes, I really hate trolls
Thinkin' bout the times they counted me out, Countin' up a bankroll
And I ain't never really give a fuck how a nigga feel
U can tell how I walk and I talk, that a nigga real
Rich, not famous, I ain't never try to get a deal
Play wit my check, Bill Belichick, I'll send a blitz for real

I got a paper stack to my knees, I got a book bag full of trees
I'm in a drop top in a breeze, I got my Glock cocked, lemon squeeze
Ain't shit free, I tax with a fee, Trap with ease, turn a p's to g's
Nigga, hot 500 degrees, You ain't on my level, nigga please