Troy Ave, Cam’ron - Quarter Million lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Troy Ave, Cam’ron - Quarter Million lyrics]
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
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 BIG, the homie said it best
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 MIA
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
Make' a show about it
Cold Case Files, cold Cristal givin' pain
Sippin in pagne' as he kissed out
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
They try to bury us
They ain't know that we was seeds
Growin' from the concrete, open
Crack, we succeed, nigga
Uh, over green, red inf, black gage
Dude 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 believe I'm
Every bit of a 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
Fire hydrant on and fiend
Cleanin' up the coupe, but I
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
Eighty on the pinky, hundred
On the other hand, man
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
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 BIG, the homie said it best
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 MIA
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
Make' a show about it
Cold Case Files, cold Cristal givin' pain
Sippin in pagne' as he kissed out
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
They try to bury us
They ain't know that we was seeds
Growin' from the concrete, open
Crack, we succeed, nigga
Uh, over green, red inf, black gage
Dude 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 believe I'm
Every bit of a 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
Fire hydrant on and fiend
Cleanin' up the coupe, but I
Quarter million dollars, fifty rubber bands
Eighty on the pinky, hundred
On the other hand, man