Текст Troy Ave – Quarter Million

Hook — Troy Ave:
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain’t into gettin’ money, you won’t understand
Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans

More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
More money, more problems, I invite the stress
RIP to B.I.G., the homie said it best

Verse 1 — Troy Ave
In the streets of Brooklyn, I’m a motherfuckin’ hero
Started runnin’ wit’ the ‘caine like Nevin Shapiro
Speakin’ of frauds, when I’m out, they be in my ear
Pussy-niggas know better than to get in my way
You playin’ both sides, you don’t think we know about it
Until you both die and they makin’ sure about it
Cold Case Files, cold Cristal
Givin’ pain, sit in pain as he kissed out

Hook — Troy Ave:
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain’t into gettin’ money, you won’t understand
Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been a man

Verse 2 — Troy Ave:
Uh, I be flourished under the fire, laugh in a face of doubt
You ain’t got enough money, your fingers’ll count me out
I heard haters supposed to do me somethin’, all they do is pout
They don’t do it in my presence cause they know what I’m about
Troy blow smoke, I ain’t talkin’ no weed
BSB niggas, we a whole ‘nother breed

Hook — Troy Ave:
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain’t into gettin’ money, you won’t understand
Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been a man

Verse 3 — Cam’ron:
Uh, over green, red ?, black gage
Do pussy, put ’em on back page
Above the law, what the fuck I’m respectin’ ’em for?
Money and violence, do disrespect in his jaw
I get them Ms and be leave ’em every bit of G
I keep the Ks and your girlfriend can get the D
You want to get money? Need to get wit’ me
Mr. Flee, got more gold chains than Mr. T
Summertime, chillin’ on the stoop
Five ?
and fiend cleanin’ up the coupe, but I…
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
Eighty on the pinky, hundred on the other hand, man

Hook — Troy Ave:
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
If you ain’t into gettin’ money, you won’t understand
Petty motherfucker, I got bigger plans
I been about my business and I been a man