Canal St.

[Intro]
(It’s A Wayne Beat)
Ghetto
Money Is Not Nothing, Money Is Not Everything, Nigga
Got A Hundred Racks On Me, All Blue Strips
All Blue, Like
It Got The Line Down The Middle, You Know
I Put The Whites Up, You See What I’m Sayin’ (F**k The Fire, We Got Grease)

[Verse]
Got A Hundred Racks On Me, All Blue Strips
He Gon’ Make The Ship Sink, He Got Loose Lips
Fn57 With The Blue Tips
It’s Always The Niggas Talkin’ That Don’t Do Shit
Only Blowin’ Slapwoods, Not A Looseleaf
I’m With Some Fine Shit In Miami, They Off Tusi
I Gotta Shooter Fifteen Years Old, I Feel Like Boosie
Freestylin’ Off The Head For Hours, Feel Like Tunechi
Yeah, F**k Around And Turn To Lil Wayne
We Got A Cash Money Deal, This Shit Insane
I Still Be On The Same Shit, Bro, Ain’t Shit Changed
I’m Lyin’ ’cause I Used To Be Broke, Now I’m Gettin’ Change
He Ain’t Even Aim, Dropped A Hundred Shots And Didn’t Hit A Thing
I’m A Nigg**, I Need Watermelon And Some Chicken Wings
You Notice I Said Nigga With The -er
They Popped Him, He Survived, Then They Shot Him In The E.R
Yeah
I’m Tryna Count This Money Up Real Quick, I Need Three Arms
I’m With A Dirty B**ch From The Projects, She Just Got Dewormed
B**ch, The 7.62 Bullet Flick When It Hit, The .223 Burn
The Nigga Hallucinatin’, It Must Be Sherm
What The F**k You Smokin’, PCP?
Nigga, I Was Gettin’ Money Back When They Used To Post Up On M L King And Sell Dvds
They Killed My Brother In The Winter, It Was Three Degrees
This B**ch Ass Police Stood There And Watched My Nigga Freeze
Who I’m With? I’m With My Brother Freeze
I Got Tay With Me, I Got Will With Me
I Was Broke When I Went To Prison, Shit A Lil Decent
You Ever Had Some Pu**y So Damn Good, You Could Still Feel It?
Like, The Next Day When You Leave The B**ch
My Credit Good And I’m Havin’ Scram, I Don’t Need A B**ch
I’m Finna F**k The Drank Game Up Like Justin Bieber Did
They Wrapped His Ass Up, Then They Found Him In A Beaver Den
Yeah, Right There, By Devil’s Lake
God The Only One Can Get Me Out My Body, B**ch, The Devil Can’t
Jesus A Real Nigga, But The Devil Gay
I’m Finna Pass Out, I Been Scram Scrapin’ Seven Days Straight, Nigga
I Ain’t Even Been To Sleep Yet
I’m Hallucinatin’, It’s Been Five Days, Not A Week Yet
I’m Kinda Off
If This Motherf**kin’ Scat Pack Hit The Block Again, I’m Finna Toss
Mix The Heroin And The Fetty, Get It Off
I Ain’t Sniff A Line, But I Got Your B**ch, I Hit Her Raw
I’m With My Cougar B**ch, She Hit The Soft
He Got Thirty Shots In The Ruger Clip, He Gettin’ Off
This A Five-seven
We Had Spanked A Nigga Ass In Arizona, So He Died Sweatin’
It Was Hot As F**k
I’m Higher Than A F**k Off A Blunt, B**ch I’m ’bout To Jump

[Outro]
Plugged In, I Can Drink Drank With Donald Trump
I Want Eighty-eight Thousand For A Show, But You Can Round It Up
Give Me The Whole Hundred
I Hate When Niggas Call My Phone Like, Can They Hold Somethin’
You Must Don’t Know Nothin’, You Fasho’ Frontin’
Don’t Bring A Nigga Around Me That Steal ’cause I’ma Fasho’ Thump Him
Like He A Bad Ass Lil Kid
Woke My Momma Up Three In The Morning, “Look What I Just Did”
She Like, “What The F**k?”
I Said, “Momma, We Ain’t Never Goin’ Broke Again, Baby, This A Million Bucks”