You know I spit crack for my hood fiends
Blowing up, same goal, same routine (right)
Gotta get my bread, paper, cheese, loot, cream
To the money, [bad word] like [bad word] like [bad word] like Putin
Blowing up, same goal, same routine
To the money, [bad word] like Putin

[Verse 1: Feezy Da Main Man]
Let them know who the tightest be
Just recognize the flow's sick hepatitis I wrap it up and get it in [bad word] no 
Cuz I'm the fella that they watch... Rolex
To the money, [bad word] like a soviet
Niggas always wanna know how much doe you get
Asking all them questions like a credit check
We always hustle you can double, even triple check
Going hard for that paper boy
Then throw it up like a paperboy
No chilling I just want more shillings
believer and a leader showing no feelings

[Hook: Feezy Da Main Man]

[Verse 2: Feezy Da Main Man]
Just trying get my point across, yo
Time is money gotta dash like Roscoe
And you gotta pay the cost 2 be the boss, yo
To the money [bad word] like Moscow
I mean I gotta make a profit, yo
Too many plans and many places i would love to go
I keep my focus homie slipping is impossible
I gotta be patient like I'm sitting at the hospital
Until then, I gotta make sure my loot is right
Cuz if you can't invest to progress you're looking stupid right (right)
I never sleep I just take naps
State facts, Make stacks and lace tracks