That Boi Cass
Ah, 808 Mafia

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

I keep a gun on my side
Ask a lil' bitch, "you wanna ride?"
That's a pole ready to slide
Tell 'em we gon' be behind
I send a bar to yo head
Is gon' be a homicide
Have yo mama cryin'
Somebody's son dying
Baby girl know I'm lying
She say she love, me she lying
Told her I take her home flying
My child want the world, I'm buying
Want diamonds and pearls, I'm buying
From the Jensen you nerds are lying
Really was on that curvy line
I remember when twelve was spying
I was so homeless, was crying
'Body was always stop trying
Now they wanna take pics, I don't mind
I don't trust you but gotta be kind
For my bro put my life on the line
Forever you know that I'm ridin'
Forever you know that I'm slidin'
From that bag you can run, you can't hide

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

Old money, new money
I still got old hundreds
Six O Glock forty
I still walk with it on me
I used to ask papa for money
If he had it, he gave me a twenty
I used to steal cars now I thank the lord I can walk around with a hundred large
From ratchet hos to the foreign broads
I'm pullin' up in a foreign car
I'm just a street nigga, I stay with my pistol
I swear to god that I am not a star
Was locked in that cell, going through hell
Remember I was countin' all them bars
Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that shit with all my boys
This life that I'm livin'
My bitches exquisite, I swear I came up from them trenches
You know I ain't slippin', I stay with a glizzy
A nigga run up, he could get it
I completed my mission, I played my role
Now nigga check out how high I get
See this shit where I play through the city
Ready to die, you know I ain't trippin'

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money

Remember way back in the day
When homies they called me a junkie?
I remember back in seventh grade
My teacher, she called me a flunkie
Don't know how you getting paid
But I'ma go get me some money
And I'll get new money, don't know what to do money (ay)