Thousand Poundz

Arrange my books in order

Make up some nice stories to amuse you

Make things look smart and easy

Shape up the place, hungry for the

And if I found a thousand pounds, a thousand pounds [x3]

If I was privilidged enough find one thousand of that loud pack

Distribute it to trusted partners just so they can bounce back

Like juvie though, that's a thousand niggas say they knew me though

Random text messages just flexin on how they knew before the work came

That I would be a standout like a search stain

Pocket full of paper from prophet after the percaine

The first game, that I learned to play was that Tetris

Find a block filled em in and cash out on a necklace

He neckless, if he preachin' some wild shit, foul shit

Two shots now I'm sittin' in cells on some Green Mile shit

Perfect this, hustlin' rationed bustas left with some lacerations

Pounds that I've found I yawned feel like my luck awakened

We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in

Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win

We bluntin', a hundred times ten got me in

Came up and I would be a damn fool not to win

Ok denn

If I ever touched a thousand I would front a bag to every hustler in public housing

All these fuckin' pounds and I would never touch a falcon

Call up my battalion tell em'that I got them brussel frostin'

Go buy some rifles for them cowards that be wylin'

Tryna' run up on us saw that bitch up like a violin

Get hit once from the big pump, you flip punk

About my chips chump, I'm a chipmunk like Alvin

Uh, then I'm back to puffing loud and

Eyes cut lower than a Kung Fu master from Shaolin

Then I fuck a stallion in my medallion

On an island drinkin wine, cuttin' salmon

Hit the club, make a movie Robert Townsend

The way these diamonds shinin' in the ring throw the towel in

Smilin', thumbin' through this cash that I'm pilin'

Singing this Soprano man I feel like I'm Italian

WHAT

Yuh, first thousand pounds nigga thought he hit the jackpot

Club polaroid pic, Benz symbol backdrop

Bent over redbone, she was just a mascot

Money fan can't cool you off when you that hot

Next stop car lot, Coupe with the bald spot

Maseratti grill like a pig when the jaws locked

Malls shop a few hours took two showers

These two bitches goin' down like the Two Towers

Too sour you can see it in a hater's face

True cowards so I keep you in a hater's place

Drop them numbers on the pounds just to make em' 'scape

With the fake hustlers out I'm just makin' space

These niggas talk a good game I just make the cake

Niggas dying over here I just make the wake

Been seeing a thousand pounds I just scrapped the plate

For all the money that I stashed they ain't made a safe