Chorus (Tim North)
We throwing up money where we at now?/ 50s up North got my wallet red/ Blood Money rain with the top down / never really know who mighta died for it/ it's all bloody money by the time you getting it/ red fingers in the bag like Ketchup chips/

Verse 1 (Roshin)
Me and under the mattress money is matrimony/ imagine coming home feeling sanctimonious sad and lonely/ they happen to know that I have the dough then they have to roll me/ Make me Machiavelli I’ll mash your ziti to macaroni/ I call the taxi get taciturn in the car/ walk out for your tax return or I taxidermy your dog/ I’m not a bad person at all/ it’s you versus me than I don’t really wanna rap verses at all/ see we can take this outside it’s a personal call/ but I know the right person to call/ so if I’m coming off gangsta then thanks but I don’t wanna be that/ just wanna pop Bezos, get the economy back/ tray to the chest make em fly economy class/ got a zipper for your boy if he wanna be bad/ we both in a bag, we both in a box, we both in a suit, we both in a plot/ but you in the ground I bullshit you not/

Chorus (Tim North)
We throwing up money where we at now?/ 50s up North got my wallet red/ Blood Money rain with the top down / never really know who mighta died for it/ it's all bloody money by the time you getting it/ red fingers in the bag like Ketchup chips/ Verse 2 (Clairmont The Second) We don't tell police we tell the family/ Ever since my fams got killed I'm feeling antsy Losing love for streets, I'ma put it all in a mansion/ Code is dead but I'm selling out if this life gets abandoned/ Offered a single but my trigg finger changes the firerate/ Paranoid, I'm shooting at people that want a handshake/ Half of me is pissed that my people pistoling kin/ and the other half understands we just gotta aim it at them Cold blooded killers getting suspended and paid/ Water going cold and don't give a damn why you late I'll be dead before a deadbeat get a bit of the rake/ Sharing is caring my ass, my nieces life is at stake Tryna feed me the bull I got a hole in my plate/ Think twice 'fore a bullet put a hole in a face Homies been threatened because they gave the bacon a glock/ but they quick to lock me up just for me having a thought

Chorus (Tim North)
We throwing up money where we at now?/ 50s up North got my wallet red/ Blood Money rain with the top down / never really know who mighta died for it/ it's all bloody money by the time you getting it/ red fingers in the bag like Ketchup chips/