After Dollars, No Cents (Feat. Silkk The Shocker)

What's up niggas?
It's the Colonel
Mr. M.P. (nigga)
Come one, come all
True niggas ball
I know there's niggas out there waiting for us to fall

After dollars, no cents
From shaft to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From shaft to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Nigga, tryna pay the rent

I'm a hustler, ballin' nigga, G's and cut keys
Gats for enemies, freeze, 100 degrees
Killed, robbery, soldier, born to ride
Killer, born to die, mama was born to cry
Wild like the Lone fuckin' Ranger
Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows when your enemy is quick
That's why niggas watch a nigga's back
Cause they gone on that pile of shit
Caine niggas gain, heroin in the veins

Fuckin' with they brains
Who the next nigga to get popped by a cop?
Who the next nigga in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me so I'm strapped up and bulletproof
Nigga, on my dumb MC motherfuckin' T-R-U soldier 'til I die
Fuck it, I won't cry

Look my enemy in the eye
Fuck every nigga that ain't real 'cause we 'bout it
And if I have to die 'cause a nigga gon' shout it
I was born a No Limit soldier from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killers don't talk

After dollars, no cents
From shaft to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From shaft to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay the rent

You know Chris, I'm 'Cross, y'all ran, we walk
No Limit niggas got ghetto dope by pounds and bulks
Blowing tapes up in flames like weed
Got box albums up like keys from the south to overseas
Niggas independent and rowdy
Nigga checked Billboard number one and bowed it

That's why niggas tryna get us on the radio
Now niggas might see the P on the video
But a nigga's still true to the gizzame
Cause I represent the hood and every fuckin' nigga that gang bang
The streets is so real, fool, guard your grill
Smoke one for the homies that done made it over the hills
Cause we

After dollars, no cents
From shaft to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay the rent
After dollars, no cents
From shaft to Benz
From cheddar to cheese
Tryna pay the rent

After dollars, no cents, we representin' No Limit
Put it down, Rolex Presidential
Nigga ride, everything I touch essential
Nigga, I went from riches to riches
Not motherfuckin' rags to riches
'Cause I always had money
Plus I always had bitches
This young motherfuckin' nigga tryna get more dough
Nigga, act like you motherfuckin' snow though

I pull a heist solo, get a 40 G load
Lay low pro, get a Benz two-door
While MCL four-door
Gold tank crushed diamonds, head Momo's
Nigga runnin' from the po-po's, hidin' from the low-low's
Take a trip together to the Acapulco, but show dough
Pull the wrist up under my polo
Niggas die by the four, but I'm solo
To test the best, and that's a no-no

365, two four seven, I'm 'bout my riches
See, money is a must, everything is a plus
Include weed and bitches
It went from 18, five a key
Now it's 18, five for me, C, and P to do a show
Act like y'all know, ghetto millionaire
Shippin' gauze and dope, you know

Yeah, Silkk the hit boy (Haha, boy)
Y'all better keep it with the best (Uh-huh)
Y'all can't beat us (Ah)