Lyrics 2004 - Fat Money

Picture me a hundred million in counting
I'm running Circles in my Christian louboutins
I'm steady climbing up the Mission A
Mountain
I hit yo city we get rich and we bouncing
After seeing all this shit we need counciling
I been road running ducking the alphabets
Lawyer told me call him they try to question
Me eat ah dick ion kno nothing but my
Alphabets
I was getting As B's Cis
Til they introduced me to them quarter PJs
Way back when I was smoking Reggie weed
Daddy had a shoebox full of quarter keys
Then he hid 100 pounds in my room
I was stuffing ounces up my long sleeves
That's my introduction to the streets
Mama think ah nigga staying home please
Wasn't no cock blocking it was monoblocking
Fa the gram we was farrogamo shopping
On the block under age bottle popping
Why you pass that you see my mama
Watching
Ain't gon be no killing going on without no
Killing boa you kno we hollow popping
Go get Danny like ah 50
He gon fix the cars you kno we ain't auto
Shopping
50 grand on my little sister room floor back before
They was photo shopping
Young yummy sandifers on the block way
Befo we heard of jojo popping
Party hoping rocking jojo watches
Go to hazel crest eat that bozo garbage
Back when all of you was GD crazy
Befo you threw it up you had to kno your
Knowledge
Bought og a record player she done went and
Put the o jays on it
Na that's the type of shit that make a n
Miss the old days don't it
Drive the coupe like I got road rage on it
Shit ah make you miss them broke days don't It?
Shit ah make you wanna go put flowers on
Yo folks grave don't it?