It's like the more money we come across / the more problems we see.

All I know is gold and platinum, and I want to be platinum.

I'm living everyday like a hustle. Another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

Never let no one know how much dough you hold.

Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.

Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.

Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way.