The morning

i be spittin the bars,

im whippin the cars,

im cashin the checks subliminal charge,

brooklyn we hard,

we move it to queens,

im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

the credit card schemes,

is what a nigga good at im bossin the feens

you aint wantin the green,

we ballin by threes,

you stallin by weeks,

so the money speaks,

My bitch a lady but a freak in the sheets,

chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

my exs all bitter because im living sweet

my hands dance to disrespect like happy feet

aint never let my cash show

so you cant fuck up the cash flow

the most lowkey somebody call me pablo

niggas lookin for me thought i was that nigga castro

im makin shit sound sweet just like a jager and redbull

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

a thirty shot to me is like a ten finger akimbo

Aint no flows in the ring aint no reason to sing

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

If I dont get em in the morning then I aint gnna win