Won't Holler (Remix) E

Put that damn money to work. Make it grow. Make it multiply. Money is king. Money is king. Gotta get my hands on something. I won't holla. You out of line and you Finna get BP. Just off GP, you know how the streets be. I'm at HQ just like Keke, just like GB. Catch me out with Gee Wee. I fuck a fake, we ain't doing no head Ups. Nigga, I ain't 18, we ain't at heads Up. Be a problem, pump a nigga with that Lead stuff. Westside Rosewood, Shit can get real rough. I talk tough, but we'll see when the guns Out. Re-up on a new pack with my fuzz Mouth. Young hoes stay quiet, no loud mouth. Speak when you spoken to, otherwise stay down. Hey, I'm in the game like G down. PGO style, you know when the P round. Ten toes, man, I keep something real proper. Unless she not a bad bitch, I probably won't Holla. She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't Holla. You ain't talking cash, then I probably won't Holla. If it's average, I probably won't holla. I'm about my money, I'm about my dollars. She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holla. You talking average, I probably won't holla. You talking cash, I probably will holla. Get your game on the level of mine. Waking up early, going to sleep late. Selling weight to bosses, grams to cheapskates. Mixing up heroin, had it on three plates. Showed up looking like I won some sweepstakes. Every day dodging the law and known snakes. Family saying, "Son, you need to pump brakes." No, I can't wait, I got shit to do. Told my employees, "Chop, chop, we got shit to Move." I used to ride by the big cribs And get depressed. Like what it's gonna take, How much dope I gotta stretch? Then I got a connect and shit changed. Got my hustle skills from family and RJ. Meeting with my transporter at the hotel so they Can take it to Canada without getting trapped. 'Cause border patrol was on my motherfucking head. Fucking with me every time I came through, Asking how I get this bread. She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holla. You ain't talking cash, then I probably won't holla. If it's average, I probably won't holla. I'm about my money, I'm about my dollars. She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holla. You talking average, I probably won't holla. You talking cash, I probably will holla. Get your game on the level of mine. Get your game up little homie, watch the problems You left. Back in '05, niggas getting rich off The stress. Stressed out, taking losses, Hitting licks with the best. Getting paced from the pen like Jake Joe Fire Next. Got a text from my ex, bitch Sandra. Cut her off, caught her trying to poke hoes Of kinda. She run a boss Barbados where you Can find her. VVS diamonds, no lying. That's Sandra. Suck a dick like a sea monster. Fine ass, only fuck with ballers. Got some real hustle though. Real hustle hoe. That's why I even fucked the Hoe. Gave her ass 12, she came back with 24. I'm a real nigga, player in the field Nigga. White tee, grown goon, still willing to kill Nigga. I'm just trying to live, niggas. Fuck it with my timing. Trying to get this money through this rhyming.