Gamble

I been new Life was a gamble man You know what I'm sayin'? Where y'all take a risk everyday But I ain't trippin' I just gotta do this Broad day, hit the curb do your numbers Pick up money Shoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground running Trap spot, through that purse Every mile you smell that reefer Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people Made a fortune, put in 20 Made it flip again 20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins 200 bands for some bad, boy you better call me You haulin' got no mob look at what you caused Money on the phone Money calling, yeah I talk to it Need a new safe, 'cause the money got the wall full I just spent a day in the Bay, it was all good Back and count it up by myself before I walk through it All about my business, and my pocket nutin' but white folks Money can't by love, 'cause this bitch ain't even my type though Turn up at the day party, and kill 'em at the night show Real nigga reunion, I fuck with her so I might do Rapping, he's a acting dude do it on eyes closed When robbing was a job, I would do that shit from 9 to 4 My partner drove from Holigrove to L.A. get them jams And I rebook every number when that money in my hand Broad day, hit the curb do your numbers Pick up money Shoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground running Trap spot, through that purse Every mile you smell that reefer Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people Made a fortune, put in 20 Made it flip again 20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins 200 bands for some bad, boy you better call me You haulin' got no mob look at what you caused I just went to court, and the judge let me walk free Got put my blessing in the hood, I had to walk through it I could handle conversation quick, like a Hawk fan Money comma every harder oh yeah I talk numbers The homie in the cut, finger itching ready off something If he ain't talkin' money, over hundred it ain't 'bout nothin' Partner did 10, and he already wanna rob something Turn that back end by myself, and nah we ain't loss nothin' For me they clear the room, make some space for when the boss come Canary yellow diamonds got these niggas actin' cautious He's scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin' VVS and they shinin' I got my number and I'm 'bout to Broad day, hit the curb do your numbers Pick up money Shoutout mama, Porshia hit the ground running Trap spot, through that purse Every mile you smell that reefer Mama told me she ain't like me hangin' with them people Made a fortune, put in 20 Made it flip again 20 bands from the bank, 200 Benjamins 200 bands for some bad, boy you better call me You haulin' got no mob look at what you caused --- Gamble - Rich Homie Quan