Stackin this money to the ceiling..
Runnin for something
Just get it..
Dont give af about the tension.
Now its sold for a livin.
Just to make a livin
In the walls under the kitchen.
Solidify my Position
Figured why not..
Make some millions.
Flyin through the ceiling..
The decision was made by some killas
Politican on a vision..
Tryna pursue a mission
They told me everything in time
I aint got no minutes
Unless its for money made wit precision