(That Boi Cass)
Ah
(808 Mafia)
Remember way back in the days
When homies they called me a junkie
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
Remember way back in the days
When homies they called me a junkie
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
I keep a gun on my side
A-a-ask a lil' bih wan ride?
That's a pole ready to slide
Tell 'em we gon' be behind
I send a bar to yo' head
It's gon' be a homicide
Have yo' momma cryin'
Somebody's son dying
Baby girl, know I'm lying
She say she love me, she lying
Told her I take her home flying
My child want the world, I'm buying
Want diamonds and pearls, I'm buying
Quite that Jensen you nerds are lying
Milly rock on that curve me line
I remember when 12 was spying
I was so homless, was crying
'Body was always stop trying
Now they wanna take pics, I don't mind
I don't trust you but gotta be kind
For my bro, put my life on the line (yeah)
Forever you know that I'm ridin' (yeah)
Forever you know that I'm slidn' (yeah)
From that bag, you can run, you can't hide
Remember way back in the days
When homies they called me a junkie
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
Remember way back in the days
When homies they called me a junkie
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
Old money, new money
I still got old hundreds
Six O Glock forty
I still walk wit' it on me
I used to ask papa for money
If he had it, he gave me a 20
I used to steal cars, now I thank the Lord
I can walk around with a hundred large
From rachet hos to the foreign broads
I'm pullin' up in a foreign car
I'm just a street nigga, I stay with my pistol
I swear to god that I am not a star
Was locked in that cell, going through hell
Remember I was countin' all them bars
Just for a 12, I counted up 12
And I blow that shit with all my boys
This life that I'm livin', my bitches exquisite
I swear, I came up from them trenches
You know I ain't slippin', I stay with a glizzy
A nigga run up, he could get it
I completed my mission, I played my role
Now nigga, check out how I get it
See this shit where I play through the city
Ready ta die, you know I ain't trippin'
Remember way back in the days
When homies they called me a junkie
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
Remember way back in the days
When homies they called me a junkie
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money
