[Verse 1: Locsta] All I talk is money, my Adam's apple came from the bank All I got is hundreds, it look fake, this not a prank I'm armed & dangerous, I'm always anxious, I'm on my G's and D's I'm southbound on 35, come back with key's & p's Nigga please I got it sowed up like stitches on a shirt I sell weed, I sell work, but I drank all my...Learn More