Bernie Madoff

[Intro: ]
(Come on, Guppy)

[Verse 1: $weet-T]
I could be a million billionaire, I'm still goin' to the Coney
Gang got so much ice, Kamal, had to buy a zamboni
I ride with buffaloes and 'bows like I'm Shoshone
$weet stay around the cheese like some fuckin' macaroni
Dope spot hot, bump it, heavy traffic to the lot
Vacuum sealin' bags and blocks got the gang thumbin' through knots
Hollow somethin' 507, don't make $weet connect the dots
Bankroll super thick, you'd think my stack was doin' squats
If you can't tell by now, all I care about is cash
Ridin' through your hood with your credit score up on the dash
Pretty bitch ridin' shotgun and she look like Ash Ketch
This bag came from the press, I don't go to hash bash
Your bitch said she wanna play with my icy ropes
Unc' cook designer drugs, he's playin' with the isotopes
I feel like Galileo, all my choppers got a telescope
All my squad know is wrap and trap and scrap and sell the dope
I keep big guns around me, I ain't reachin' for no mase
You could pull up in a vest but Dutch would shoot you in the face
Unc' just pulled up in the 'Vette, he started doin' figure 8s
I'm choppin' ice with the blade, you would think I figure skate
Smokin' chronic, takin' tabs with tonic, now I'm seein' visuals
I don't even rap, I'm a multitalented individual
$weet need the big chunk, you boys can keep the residuals
Just scoot them pounds from Habibi, at this point, it's habitual

[Verse 2: $kid]
Talkin' numbers with Habibi, a couple hundred in the Fiji
Pulled up to the spot, my junkie workin' the squeegee
$weet want me in the stu', but my fiends need me
You would think I was the major the way my fiends treat me
I took your whole operation and dropped it on a pendant
You dropped information at the station to lower your sentence
A hundred junkies in the trap, Dutch takin' attendance
They tryna rap like $kid, but I don't see the resemblance
Shootin' dice at the stu', it's just me and Stu
I ain't ordered the rice, it just came with the food
I ain't need the heated seats, it just came with the coupe
I got rocks in my Amiris, I had weed in my Trues
Couple stacks somethin' to you, to me it's just some shoes
I'm at the Suburban 53, seein' what they payin' for the blues
I got unc' ridin' with me, he need a couple too
We in the whip burnin' L's, takin' W's
Private meeting with the plug, all the doors locked
I ain't gotta call around, all the drugs stocked
Dutch hit a kid on the drill and got his pay docked
I'm livin' big 'til they catch me like Bernie Madoff

[Outro]
I got gunk in the pop with a trunk full of rocks
New batch in, blew unc' out his socks
Sittin' in the trap lookin' at the clock
My mans an hour away, I got a play on a block