Money On The Couch lyrics

[First Verse:]

I went through with the plan, now the man sendin` me grams,
My coke organization still infestin` the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it`s gangsta`s paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
Now my name is implicated with the greatest
Wearin` the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
Twelve o` clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
But I gets pissed and send hits, don`t fuck with my shit
Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin`
Nine`s bustin`, bringin` your platoon to destruction,
Continue to hustlin`, givin` up nothin` where the dope at?
Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I`m pro Black,
Think I`m a foreigner, he wasn`t holdin` up his side of his deal,
Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
I`m sure he would have gone before the judge
With somethin` concrete, to send me, cuz
He was holdin` a grudge, fuckin` over a thug,
Told my bitch I want him dead,
Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
Heard what I said? Don`t betray me,
I`ll put you on the streets and make you weak,
With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
And built you a home next to the beach,
And luxury cars we creep
Here`s the nine, I do