Money Outta The Ziplock

[Intro]
Ty Farris. I got you, bro. It's the kid

[Verse 1: Eddie Kaine]
More money and more haters
Niggas' pockets thinner than raw papers
Give whores vapers
Mama send prayers, hopin' the Lord save us
We play corners, no elevators
Play corners to elevate us
Hopefully, this pack money can change our next-door neighbors
Bed-Stuy alumni, make slugs fly if you wan' try
Not a dumb guy, party dumb high, and I'm young fly
Can't open more than one eye
That red beam will get you though
Bullets kiss your face and go over your head like a mistletoe
Aim great, I will hit your nose
Just for the profit I speak like a prophet
In the streets I'm a topic, shit, I pop it
Shots I pop 'em, for the paper there ain't no stoppin' (No)
I won't ride MTA to get that bag through
And I'll spare none of you fuck-niggas either, I'll get at you (I'll get at you)
[?] block where the weak niggas don't survive
Niggas don't even got a license, but they'll take you on that ride
Fuck that paper up and there ain't nowhere to hide (No)
Like the pockets on your jeans I'll be right there on your side
Nigga, I need that

[Chorus: Raekwon]
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
You can get poked, shot up for product
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
You can get poked, shot up for product

[Verse 2: Ty Farris]
Yeah
Bullets get to spittin', drop blood all on the splattered glass
Dope in the sandwich bag, make the sale and vanish fast
OG's tryna push more keys than a hacker's hand
The product of a tragic past, the first nigga to snap his jab
I need points on the payment if I advance the cash
You late, I demonstrate, treat your pinky like we crackin' crabs
You niggas bums with no swag, need a fashion class
I play the field where there's no referees or challenge flags
Same guns from Pakistan, I was born for the battle
Started as a blacksmith then became a lord of the castle
If you scared go to church, report to the chapel
Never snitch if caught, deal with court and the choice of the gavel
The walk is runnin' shit, these bars should jog your memory
Don't got groupies, I'm good-lookin', the broads is into me
From Detroit to Brooklyn, the alliance is strong
Good dope in the ziploc whenever you're buyin' our songs
Motherfucker

[Chorus: Raekwon]
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
You can get poked, shot up for product
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
The shit that bring money outta ziplocs
You can get poked, shot up for product

[Outro]
Would you like to do some illegal drugs with me?
Yes, I would