[ScHoolboy Q] The flow is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-, fuck that! Figg get the money, shooting dice, what they hitting for? Hookers out to sell their pussy, money trade for intercourse Every corner, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store Laundromat, liquor store, EBT accepted more Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells Domino's, Pizza Huts Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enough Dollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be adding up Schizos from Vietnam, better yet, the drug era, that used to be a ball player See how things evolved later Four Lokos for the young locos, niggas cashing my check for white tees Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros-PCSs You get the message, good investments in my direction
[Chorus] Figg get the money, yeah {*4X*} Rain, sleet, snow, turn July to December, yeah Figg get the money, yeah {*6X*} Springtime, fall, turn summer to a winter, yeah Figg get the money, yeah {*2X*}
[ScHoolboy Q] Uh, it's midnight, where the bitches at? See a hoe, pimp a hoe, put her on the track Pulled in the gas station, hiding from the white and black They gotta make a living, so they put us on our back But why they gotta judge us when we do it back? Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat Close the Christmas or November, best believe I got a jack Been coming to this store for years, the cops come hound me bout a snack But thanks Miss Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb on any Catholic, differ-ant, Wolverine like Michigan Hoover Street know what it be Hanging in front of the laundromat till two or three, with like two or three Uh, everyone asleep, so shall we creep? Money to gain up in them streets, shall I preach upon this beat? Puffy ain't got shit on me, better yet this L.A. heat Figueroa, Figg Side, money block
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[ScHoolboy Q] Uh, Jehovah coming, let me close the blinds So I can get high, nigga, free my mind Write my niggas doing hella years past time Gardeners got it cracking, cracking at the crack of dawn Ice cream truck stop for my mom, but me? He won't respond Gotta read between the lines, best believe I'm off of crime This must be the longest line, where they cook it worse than swine Lying on their letter sign, but hurry cause they close at nine But Pisces got it jumping at the taco stand Rapping/wrapping on them corners AM-PM like the Taliban Camping out, your daddy selling money, he can understand Blizzard riding through the hood, junkies love the avalanche Uh, homeless person gotta shuffle cans Take 'em up to the recycle bin, take his bread to the candyman But still he eat, tell me if that ain't hustling Rain, sleet, snow, hail and uh, shit, uh, Hell
