"10pm On Fulton" lyrics

(Mo-mo-money)
Fave', uh, yeah

Quarter mil' cash, I was robbin' for a quarter pound
Had to get my money in order, I had to sort it out
I have a baddie missin' work, have her callin' out
Swear they goofies, I could say names and really call 'em out
I don't really listen to rappers, that shit be watered down
Every one recycling shit, it's gettin' boring now
I used to recycle the fits, I could afford it now
I done put my life in this shit, I'm gettin' rewarded now
Brodie score, we ballin' out
Another case, lawyer said, "This time it's gon' be forty thou'"
And free Swav, damn, lil' brodie need a lawyer now
I swear it's always something, fuck it though, you know it's sorted out
I separate the fake from the real, I got it sorted out
They in the barrel crawlin' out
I don't do no beefin', I'm in trap house with the porter house
Shooter creepin', get him chopped up, he in portions now
Summer time, I'm bringin' all the Lambs and all the Porsches out
I took a bag soon as I saw like the lost-and-found
They still playin', horsin' around
I was juggin' in my Polo, horses car got horses now
She a stallion, I'm a boss, she wanna get bossed around
Okay, awesome, take it off, get up in her walls and drown
Double cup muddy, mourin' my brothers, I gotta pour some out
You know I'm Talk Money, I don't want to hear nothing you niggas be talkin' 'bout
Crazy how they switched, they bitch made, no, we can't talk it out
Quick to tell a bitch, "Dip, go kick rocks, bitch, go walk it out"
Now she big mad
I bet she ride me 'cause I'm havin' motion, it's like Six Flags
Blues hangin' out my left pocket, look like a Crip flag
Shooters tryna hit him first, they ain't tryna play get-back
Ain't tryna go back-and-forth
Soon as you go give 'em what they askin', they gon' ask for more
Runnin' out of drank, I'm pourin' up like it's my last resort
Sippin' when I'm stressin'
Just go and get the money, this shit probably heal depression
A lot of people forcin' it, think they applyin' pressure
The whip super charged, but I ain't buyin' no Tesla
And we all made mistakes, but I be tryna correct them
Took a long jump of faith and I landed on some blessings
Know I'm one call away, if you need me come to the rescue
I'm higher than the rest, helicopter from the Hamptons, like, let's fly to the 'jects
Like, let's fly her to the hood
I take cash, card, credit and that wire transfer good
Shit ain't easy, it just look like it