(feat. Cash & 100 Proof)

[INTRO: sample]

"Look what they've done to my song ohh,"
"Look what they've done to my song..."


[Cash: talking]
Yeh, ya boy man fedy what's up?
Yeh, ha, stay feelin' the feelin'

Sit back and push off to this

[Verse 1: Cash]

My cody get the doughy we blaze it and then cough it
Waitin' but I basically Jake Plummer the offence
Like hold up wait I'm greater in the pockets now

Sendin' all my blessin' to ya section fore I lock ya down
My profit is crazy the error that I offset
$#&@a we ain't talked yet until a ^!$$% talkin' cheques

They call me Cash and I ain't never been a counterfeit
Seduce you wid the two shot semi a ^!$$% bound to hit
I'm bound to twist up dummies and leave 'em mummy wrapped

Couple to ya importin' areas you ain't comin' back
A hundred stacks a month'll make you a millionaire
So twelve months and I bet you that I feel it playa

Don't play around wid my money I'll make a mess of ya
Separate ya body they'll be lookin' for the rest of ya
Believe what I tell ya my rap is true story

Like the seventeen glock ten and them two forties

[HOOK:]

It's the dopegame mob figaz
Both click mob ^!$$%s
Fedy want 'em hit so I'm gon' do the job ^!$$%

Benz wagon bubble eyes I ain't like these other guys
Husalah fightin' cases but I'm still movin' pies
[x2]


[Verse 2: 100 Proof]
Man all I know is what I do all I do is what I know

Push drugs leave vitims bleedin'
I'm strong but sometimes I feel that %#@! be eatin',
Me alive through my heartless body,

My ^!$$%s ride like Marcus Garvey
Dealin' wid carbon copies of myself
Thinkin' they walkin' in my shoes but they're beyond themself

Hundred Proof's on some other %#@! can't explain in one verse
The man I became it won't burst
But basically I'm nothin' like you suckas

You ^!$$%s is all alike I saw the light wid righteous brothers
Now I can tell the difference quick
Wanna check up on my ^!$$%s when they wrapped up in some %#@!

Stupid at that, yo I didn't know money was doin' like that
Now I'm here, but don't nobody wanna believe that
Hundred's increasin' $#&@ is the secret

Y'all ain't had it all on no G %#@!
Swallow that weak %#@! cause everything y'all follow I lead it
Ya game's been passed down and passed down

It sounds thrash now y'all ^!$$%s better talk than achieve it

[Verse 3: Fed-X]

See I'm a hustler, hustler hustler
Fifty States mister corporate in a Phantom wid a chaffeur
They try the dope-uh, the !@%!e they smoked up

The god's in the buildin' if I move they fold up
I'm in a custom, Bentley so $#&@ 'em
The lord done pushed off in whips V-dozen

Can you trust him?,
Debiassi in jet planes money in the bank baby
!@&@e in duct tape we flip we holdin' weight baby

It's the king of the mob big cigars
Fifty cals on the hip of my goons we move hard, we move hard
Vests on the chests of dudes that spit bars at ya fitteds for real

You know ya soul's in the hand of the boy baby
I'm on a yacth wid a glass in the air and ya lady


[HOOK x2]

[OUTRO: sample]
"Look what they've done to my song ohh,"
"Look what they've done to my song....."