Gamble

Roll the dice

Hit the curb

Do your number, pick up money

Shoutout, mama put you hit the ground running

Trap spot, do that perc

Share that molly, smoke that reefer

Mama tell me, shouldn't I be hangin' with them people

Made her father put in twenty

Made her flip again

Twenty band from the bank

Two hundred Benjamin

Two hundred band for some bad

Boy, you better call me

You hovin', gettin' 'em off me and what you call

Money on the phone

Money callin', yeah, I talk to her

Need a new safe 'cause the money got a wall-ful

I just spent a day in the Bay, it was all good

Bank can count it up, buy my shovel 'fore I walk through it

All about my business and been packin' up a wife for

Money came out loco, this bitch ain't even my type though

Turn up at the day party and kill 'em at the night show

Real **** reunion, I fuck with 'em, so I might go

Rappin' easy, I can do it all entire eye closed

When robbin' was a job, I would do that shit from nine to four

My partner drove from Highland Grove to Hilly, get them jams

And I Reebok every number with that money in my hand

Roll the dice

Hit the curb

Do your number, pick up money

Shoutout, mama put you hit the ground running

Trap spot, do that perc

Share that molly, smoke that reefer

Mama tell me, shouldn't I be hangin' with them people

Made her father put in twenty

Made her flip again

Twenty band from the bank

Two hundred Benjamin

Two hundred band for some bad

Boy, you better call me

You hovin', gettin' 'em off me and what you call

I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it

God put my blessing in the hood, I had to walk for it

I could hear the conversation, quit it, I go off bunt

Money come with every order, I owe ya a tall number

The homie in the clear, finger itchin', ready to off some'

If you ain't talkin' money over a hundred, it ain't bout' nothin'

Partner did ten and he already wanna rob some'

Turn it back in by myself, and, nah, we ain't lost nothin'

For me, they clear the room

Make some space for when the boss come

Canary yellow diamond, yeah, these **** had to cop shit

He scary and he lyin', I can tell by how he talk there

VVS's, they shinin', I got my number and I'm 'bout to

Roll the dice

Hit the curb

Do your number, pick up money

Shoutout, mama put you hit the ground running

Trap spot, do that perc

Share that molly, smoke that reefer

Mama tell me, shouldn't I be hangin' with them people

Made her father put in twenty

Made her flip again

Twenty band from the bank

Two hundred Benjamin

Two hundred band for some bad

Boy, you better call me

You hovin', gettin' 'em off me and what you call