Peso

DJ $crim with that 808
 Mother fucker pass the buck
 Or should I say bucks?
 I could give a fuck about ifs, ands, or buts
 You still getting cut because this is a team and you not with us
 We summing up funds
 We funding our sums
 To you this is work, to me this fun
 Atilla the Hun
 Dread what we become
 We chewing up CEOs and spitting out bums
 We never stuck in a rut
 Norman Atomic is pissing that mud
 Riding clean in the muck
 Diamonds gleaming in my semen
 Get the meaning?
 Now she screaming "Put your seed in my gut"
 I'm like:
 "Slut, you fucking nuts
 You best believe I'm about bust
 Get on your knees and please just suck"
 What?
 You got a problem with it?
 Well, I could give a fuck
 I'm finna pluck you like a flower petal
 Drop you back down to that bottom level
 My ambitions as a rider, I'm a shotta bumping Pac and Biggie
 Give me the loot, give me the loot
 Or you can meet this semi
 Listening to Em while I'm smoking and I'm popping pilli's
 Switch it to Weezy sipping sleazy thinking about a milli
 This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of
 Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up
 Chopped and screwed sipping juice fucking love that syrup
 Sick fuck, psycho goonies, no them meds won't cure us
 This New Orleans, killers lurking, maybe rob a tourist
 Lord forgive me if I'm slipping and them haters burn us
 I just don't know no other way, $crimmy always fucked up
 Yeah, yeah, yeah