Sledgren Like my gin neat Run the game, I suggest that you get floor seats Might not leave with everything, but we for sure get a piece Fix it up, put it on the streets If I ain't in my 6-4, then my Benz creep Up and down the street Run to the money, can't nothin' else get me on my feet We ain't even gotta watch for police It's legal now, they allow us to grow trees My hotel suite describe the definition of chic Tryin' not to ash on the sheets Got a balcony we won't see 30 mil' a year, still tryna be lowkey And that's just me, not even to mention my OG Get money 'fore we dip, then we proceed It's funny how niggas get We don't do it 'less the whole gang benefit We stoned gentlemen Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Standin' in the way, fuck him and whoever with him Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Hustle is all I know, spend it and get some more I'm stayin' on the go, hopin' it don't get slow I'm on the paper route with my folk Ain't part of this game, a joke Wrap it up like a brick of coke Call a play like a give-and-go Ballin' for real, toss an alley oop off the pick and roll Rollin' hundred spokes gold, my Rolex frozen Have you ever seen a quarter of a million dollars rollin'? Bein' drivin' like it's stolen, by a stoned stoner One of the originals who showed you fools how to turn the internet rhymes into residuals I put away a whole lot of loot and stayed true, that's what we do Make it easy to choose, so guess what? You wonderin' why she gettin' all dressed up You in the house, messed up, all stressed, for what? Hustle is the only thing gon' keep your lights on, fuck love Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Standin' in the way, then fuck him and whoever with him Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream She in the mirror for hours, hopin' that she get seen With us, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas, yeah