Old Franklins

[Intro]
Man, I can't believe this
They was gonnna burn all this shit
All this shit
And a nigga can't even find a job
Well, thats uncle same for you baby
Money to burn

[Hook: Dion Jetson]
Trying to get them old franklins
Money that we making
Got me walking round like my shit ain't even stanking
I ain't spending shit I'm banking
I put that on my ranking
100 in the safe and I still ain't changing

[Verse 1: Dion Jetson]
One of my cousins caught a case
My other cuzo caught a case
Can't afford the lawyer fees they repped by the state
I gotta get this muthafucking money I can't wait
Cause they too skinny for the county
He can't make it in the state
You make it rain I feel like you dissing me
The chase for the bread is tempting me
To crossover like a young AI
Tryna light my neck up Fourth of July
I need pounds, dollars, euro and yen
I had it all once trying get it again
Do it all to save my country cousins and kin
Don't be surprised if you see me pimpin my pen

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yo-Dot]
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
I search and roam
Stack it 'til I own it ain't no purchase loan
Old Franklin banking 'til I check out of that nursing home
Working Log
Trying to fill the safe up with them vintage bands
Ain't no hustle benefits, retirements or pension plans
Where it's at
Niggas need it, got it, we got mouths to feed
Time is money, if you know it you won't let an hour freeze
Swisher blunts a pearling, focus on the world'ing
Niggas ain't invited to this game Donald Sterling
Old Franks, yeah I need that bruh
'Til a nigga get a hundred g's stacked up
Then I flip that there to a Mill
Go on do the math when the cheese stack up
Being broke forbid me, enter to the big leagues
Saving up and cashing out on Miller Park and Wrigley

[Hook]

[Verse 3: SeVen1]
Mama gave me ten
Turned ten to twenty
Twenty to a hundred
Gave my mama fifty
If I ever get jammed OG come to get me
Cause I never played her raw on my daughter fuck with me
Same nigga from the east side, Airmax, Levi
Chilling with yo' feline, Macaulay meet the bee hive
I'm all about a dollar
Benji by the neck and Mr. Grant by the collar
Man I choke the hell out the hustle baby, Sweet Sadie
SeVen1 the army, too wavy for the navy
It's fuck you, pay me, like Volume 1
I'm from the muthafucking city where they value none

[Hook]