Cadillacs, Benz’s, Monte Carlo

[Chorus: G. Twilight]
Cadillacs, Benz's, Monte Carlo
For the paper, shoot it out
Avon and Marlo, it's all about product
Fuck territory, live long for old money
Fuck a blaze of glory
You wanna know why.. I don't get high?
I make a stack of twenty-eight, nigga, that's no lie
Stocks, bonds, real estate acquisitions
Full court pressure, and I'm in the right position

[Verse 1: G. Twilight]
I ain't gon' kill shit, unless my life in danger
Contract on your head if you provoke my anger
Pay a hitman to do it all
Perfect alibi.. “I was at North Land Mall”
Ayo, creep in the night, do this dirt for me
Kill all these punk-ass jerks for me, and when you done, my nigga
I got your bread, like I said, five thousand dollars on each head
Vito Corleone, Luca Brasi
With you on my team, who the fuck could stop me?
Michael Corleone, Al Neri
They know we friends, I know they fear (that’s why they fear me)
Better not run (no), he swift as a cheetah (uh-huh)
Top ten Adidas, automatic heaters
I got a dirty heart, with clean hands
Thousands in cash wrapped in rubber bands

[Chorus: G. Twilight]
Cadillacs, Benz's, Monte Carlo
For the paper, shoot it out
Avon and Marlo, it's all about product
Fuck territory, live long for old money
Fuck a blaze of glory
You wanna know why.. I don't get high?
I make a stack of twenty-eight, nigga, that's no lie
Stocks, bonds, real estate acquisitions
Full court pressure, and I'm in the right position

[Verse 2]
Let's go, blunt on blaze
Yeah, bitch, I amaze
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Right up out the cage
Right up out the zoo
I'm the motherfuckin' truth
The cannon make all the niggas disappear
Like, poof (where they go?)
Hand on my gun
Bullets burn like the sun
Cops got me on the run
You the shit, no you ain't, ho
I ball like The Saints
Peter Saul in the paint
I am what you niggas ain't
I don't use the word “can't”, niggas
Chevy sittin' high, it look like it's flyin'
Beat the pussy up, it's so wet, it's like it's cryin'
You don't hesitate to squeeze, you catch bullets like diseases
So much kush, I am higher than Jesus
But my flow hot, like I freestyle with the devil
You bitches get on my level before you get hot metal
Fuck it, y'all niggas get caught in the blaze of glory
I'm shootin' like Robert Horry, I don't know, it's my story

[Chorus: G. Twilight]
Cadillacs, Benz's, Monte Carlo
For the paper, shoot it out
Avon and Marlo, it's all about product
Fuck territory, live long for old money
Fuck a blaze of glory
You wanna know why.. I don't get high?
I make a stack of twenty-eight, nigga, that's no lie
Stocks, bonds, real estate acquisitions
Full court pressure, and I'm in the right position

[Verse 3: Network Rico]
I’m tryna take this trap money, buy some houses or somethin'
Turn these sixteen bars into some thousands of something
Motivation is the key
You don't think crime pays?
Well take a look at me, bitch
I'm gettin' it all ways
Posted on the block, see I'm grindin' like bad breaks
Flyin’ down The Lodge, couple bows and a few eighths
And if the Feds chase, I'm stabbin' at a high pace
Off the quarter mile, burn they ass like a drag race
Playin’ with my money, more than likely catch a gas phase
Barrel in his mouth, show him how the mag taste
I'm sick of niggas steady plottin' my position
My squad get vicious and stay destroyin' our position
Fuck the competition, we all about the digits
They far from the snitches and making money acquisitions
(big thangs) I'm trying to get off into the stocks and things
And break bread with my block and gang, getting money

[Chorus: G. Twilight]
Cadillacs, Benz's, Monte Carlo
For the paper, shoot it out
Avon and Marlo, it's all about product
Fuck territory, live long for old money
Fuck a blaze of glory
You wanna know why.. I don't get high?
I make a stack of twenty-eight, nigga, that's no lie
Stocks, bonds, real estate acquisitions
Full court pressure, and I'm in the right position