Took the Money to the Plug's House

He was very street smart, very
 And he was observant
 I took the money to the plug's house
 The Butcher comin', nigga (Brr)
 (Nigga had the eye of the tiger, and he was hungry)
 I took the money to the plug's house
 Ain't no fuckin' 'round with Benny and Uncle Al, uh-uh
 I took the money to the plug's house
 Yeah, that's right
 Got a stash in the grass, a couple of guns
 Yo
 Word reached the killer
 I'm from Buffalo where it's cold in summer
 All we know is hustlin'
 Lower numbers than the Ochoa brothers (Ah)
 They broke the code, now we exposin' suckers (It's that time)
 They know the flow disgustin'
 A Griselda feature 'll blow your budget
 Been through hell, had to make it, I was well validated
 Kept my family and my scale calibrated
 2012, I'm in cells for a sale, had no patience
 All these cats actin' gangster, autographin' affidavits
 That ain't me, they do my last year numbers at best
 I ain't fumble that yet
 It's funny 'cause I'm gettin' running back checks
 Real shit, it ain't none of that left
 I'm landin' solo with the scorpion logo right in front of that jet
 Your label office, I'm runnin' that next (Facts)
 We on you if it's 'bout Conway
 The same for comin' at West (What we do?)
 Swingin' an axe, doin' lumberjack reps
 I'm lucky, so an extra ace of spades gon' come in that deck
 I took the money to the plug's house
 I ran in, scraped up the money
 Then double taped up the money
 Walk in, speedin' to a lick
 Couldn't wait for the money
 Why would I wait for the money?
 Blowin' gas in the vault
 Just to stank up the money, yeah
 Just to stank up the money (Ah)
 Broke niggas in the room
 But they know that they can't fuck with money (Uh-uh)
 Them niggas can't fuck with money
 This for all my whole brick buyers and my quarter hustlers
 And all the road trip drivers and the corner huggers
 He made his first ten bands, let's applaud the brother
 If you do that ten times, now you onto something
 Yo, the shit I don't say no more, I damn near don't pray no more
 Only to an eighth of raw, a fork, and the mayo jar
 Numbers, you inflated yours, you got a created buzz
 My flow got the fans rethinkin' who the greatest was
 When I go pay for drugs, I need duct tape and gloves
 Pots too, plates and scrubs, a spot where the neighbors good
 A place where Fiends favors for the neighborhood ('Member that?)
 Come and cop and leave with extra rocks, he hooked the cable up
 Miss me with that famous stuff
 The label only hit me when that payment come
 So we gon' play these hot blocks 'til April comes (That's right)
 I had an amazing run, that's where I got my flavor from
 Had me puttin' paper together just like a staple gun
 It won't make you equal 'less you put on all your people
 Got one first, now my whole team got bezels you can see through
 I ain't talkin' 'bout Griselda, it's niggas in my street crew
 Who was flyin' gas back from Cali 'fore it was legal
 I took the money to the plug's house
 I ran in, scraped up the money
 Then double taped up the money
 Walk in, speedin' to a lick
 Couldn't wait for the money
 Why would I wait for the money?
 Blowin' gas in the vault
 Just to stank up the money, yeah
 Just to stank up the money (Ah)
 Broke niggas in the room
 But they know that they can't fuck with money (Uh)
 Them niggas can't fuck with money (Yeah)