Green light

Told my niggas Ima get rich and gone take us out the hood

Told my bitch I’m in my bag so I wish a nigga would

Bout these Benjis and the franklins you gone get yo life took

Backdoored yo homie boutta bitch man you ain’t play it by the book

BITCH

Yea I’m tryna get paid

Any nigga step up in my way get Killed the same day

And if you tryna save that nigga man get hit the same way

We smoked that nigga up in March They dugged his body up in may

Man I can’t fuck with these dirty bitches … I’m celibate

Don’t call my phone bout yo bitch lil nigga… irrelevant

I’m bout my paper cheddar cheese my nigga…them dividends

Ain’t with that backdoor or snaking nigga.. I’m vigilant

And now I’m back up on my grind and ain’t got too much time

So Watchu need a quart