38 (feat. D-Block Europe)

Oh, Quincy Tellem, I can't tell 'em again

I'm still packing a Smith, I'm the don where I live

And these bitches ain't shit and these brothers still broke

Walking with a limp just like a pimp

They know I'm the shit and they know I'm their hope

I was left to climb a mountain rope and I did it, arranging some alphabets

Couple of mill' from some alphabets, oh

Time equals money, no time for no hoes

Yo, they want this money but know when I'm juuging

Six-figure bookings, you can't have a piece of this pie pudding

Can't have a taste of this lifе, couldn't

Got a phone and put the weight on it

I made some money and they fucking hate on me

I carry burdens like it's fucking weight on me, yeah, yeah

The .38 is on me, ahh

Don't be playing around too much

Give ten to my wife, tell her dress up and meet me for lunch

23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge

Sixty milliliters of mud got me

The .38 is on me, ahh

Don't be playing around too much

Give ten to my wife, tell her dress up and meet me for lunch

23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge

Sixty milliliters of mud got me

My wife a ten out of ten

Her father should've asked for a mill' for the dowry, huh

I'm the reason why they posting the neighbourhood watch stickers 'round the county

Bread on his head, what's the bounty?

One night he on the dash, brodie just pulled up in an Audi

Seven-hour flight to Saudi

Change up my money to bricks and some water

Whip up a brick and I whip with some water

You ever sat up in court, Roley'd up?

Kinda awkward, man, I shouldn't be here

Fendi skis out in Swiss (Ski)

Ski slope on my wrist (Ski)

Diamonds dancing like I'm Money Mitch

Half a key of coke will get you hit

The .38 is on me, ahh

Don't be playing around too much

Give ten to my wife, tell her dress up and meet me for lunch

23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge

Sixty milliliters of mud got me

All the hate really comes when you're winning

In front of the judge, I didn't gave a confession

Get it, investin' it all in my ventures

My youngboy balling like it's NBA

Made the bitch sign up the NDA

Weed is approved by the FDA

My shooter with me on a daily basis, yeah

Trigger finger getting itchy

250 Richard Mille

Pockets chunky, made her feel it

Sorry, I mean that I made some millies

Fuck a Richard Mille, I know I got my family steady

Spend a bag, make it back already

Get you down for five thousand, that's cheap

Make that in a day selling dope to these fiends

And I had to give me a

The .38 is on me, ahh

Don't be playing around too much

Give ten to my wife, tell her dress up and meet me for lunch

23K to the lawyer, defend me in front of the judge

Sixty milliliters of mud got me

Can't have a **** 'round me that's gonna watch the pounds that's down in my pocket

How can you win when you haven't had losses?

Round drum, now we're calling it Tommy

I'm serving 'em Bobby

Extended the nose on the wap, now it's looking like Noddy

That **** came up and he gained from killing ****

Now he just call it a hobby

I came from a half brick, oh yeah

Came from the hard shit, oh yeah

When I was hungry I wasn't fed

So I had to rob **** instead (Oh yeah)

You don't step with your heart

You ain't got nothing here left

The way you give brain is a art

Baby, it's a lucky, your neck (Yeah)

The .38 is on me