I Want in

[Verse 1 - Blade Brown]
Made like twenty sales and I ain't even touched a scale
You had that food too long, that little nigga's getting steel
If I'm getting pulled I swear to God I ain't making bail
So I switched up all my routes cause I ain't tryna leave a trail
I'm screaming money over bitches, money over bitches
I might hit the club tonight and throw some money over bitches
Yeah, money over bitches
When that new pack hits the strip, that's your money over bitches
It's hustling at its finest, you're hustling in your minus
Whipping in that Balmain, hustling in designers
I feel like I'm the greatest with this apparatus
Sitting counting papers, niggas know my status
I swear down she a rider, swear down she a rider
Left like thirty racks up in her yard, she never touched a fiver
Yeah, she never touched a fiver
Man these niggas fake trappers, swear they never touched a Lyca
Might splash a couple racks, I'm in that frame of mind
Straight cash, no swiping man, I pay for mine
Just park that on the yellow line, I'll pay the fine
Then I walked up in the store with like eight or nine
He a trap god, back pocket, fat wallet
Novikov, black cod, big mashy MAC squad
Just go and check my backlog
You niggas hustling wrong, that's why your stack's on

[Verse 2 - Skrapz]
I'm billing mixtapes and making bricks break
I'm in the house with my scales, I be cutting two shapes
Give a fuck about your grow, I did a crop in '08
I went five bags down, I'm like "Fuck it, lightweight"
These little niggas nowadays
They think their trainers are important
Same time I'm tryna get remortgaged
I'm talking to my tenants bout the rent
I said "I'm gonna have to up it on him"
Call my young bucks, get my packages and chuck it on him
Little nigga said he's in the dance and man was looking at him
Told him that he shoulda called, I woulda come and stuck it on him
Asked him why he never had his strap, he said "I don't know"
I was like "Yo don't be clubbing with your knuckles bro"
Don't be tryna gwaan like man ain't seeing you in my videos
Crime scene boy, don't be acting like you never know
He must have thought life was sweet like Haribos
Gwaaning like you never know man's animals
The streets we're living in ain't nothing nice
I catch a nigga in the Chinese picking up his duck and rice
I've got these niggas tryna compromise
Money on my mind, I'm on my grind, the limit is disguised