Respectfully （Feat. Ghostface） - Trife Diesel\nT. M. F. Be the squad, that's the family who rep for me\nAnd we all get money respectfully\nDon't watch me, watch them n****s that's next to me\nCause they be on some s**t, and they be high offa ecstasy\nWe get, we get, money respectfully\nWe get, we get, money respectfully\nN****s who get bread, wanna talk and connect with me\nCause they know I get money respectfully\nAiyo, I purposely approach p***y n****s for perpetrating\nPull up in a purple Porsche and get it purculating\nKeep hurses waiting for people impersonating\nFirst n***a get to hating, I'm sending him straight to Satan\nAs soon as Jakes open the cell gates, I blow 'em quick fast\nAnd run up on 'em, like that midget from Hell Gate\nThese young boys fronting, gotta treat 'em like jail bait\nThrow the barrel in they mouth and ask 'em how do these shells taste\nOne clip, two clip, three clip, four\nI'm at the peephole with the scope while homicide is at it door\nI stay raw like a Colombian's fingertips, the king of this\nIt's live n***a night out, don't even bring your b***h\nHigh bridge Benzes, stunting and Gucci lenses\nFonsworth Bentley, I'm on some G's to gents s**t\nRelentless, paragraphs crush your defenses\nN****s get slapped twiced and brought back to they senses\nUh, my attitude is spiteful that's why I choose to use my rifle\nI'm righteous with the tool and I move like a true disciple\nN***a, my goons'll fight you, beat you down to a pulp\nStrip ya faggot a** naked, leave you dead in a vault\nOut to show you how to live through a drought, deadliest scouts\nGet a smitty glimpse in a cannon, take a trip to the south\nWhen I was out in Toledo with three tenths of a kilo\nRaw pedrico in the park getting sold by the gazibo\nPurified uncut coke 'stretching' it like Bobbito\nI'm some Mexican s**t, wrapped in packs like a burrito\nGet 'stitched' without Lilo, cause this is how it be, yo\nThem Stapleton n****s cut the bank when we rolling c-lo\nGetting money til the day I'm deceased, playing for keeps\nYou wack rappers get evicted, I'm terminating your lease\nCapisce, it's Trife Dies', I'm number one in the streets\nRespectfully respect my G or get laid where you sleep\nWhen I was young my moms named me Brink\nCause she knew I stay truck, shitting out grams of money that stink\nBrewster's Millions, my crew's brilliant, boothing eightballs\nFlipping peas like I was Pharrell on skateboards\nI would of smashed danger, but I don't date whores\nGet money respectfully, breaking the state laws\nSteal boxes of ar's and Rambo techs\nLast seen fleeing the bank in the Lambo stretch\nAnd my grandmother closet is fly, Carol Burnett scarfs\nThe Bob Barker ringtone is live\nI'm not a lucky don, the stones in my wrist is Lucky Charms\nI c-lo twice, don't mean I got a lucky arm\nSteinbrenner of rap, everybody's getting laid off\nI'm in the Phillipines, like Bernie I 'Madoff'\nWith half of my continents millions\n'Catch Me If You Can' on some Dicaprio s**t, laid up with two Brazilians\nN****s ain't getting money, I don't wanna hear the words\nComing out of your mouth piece, east side, west side\nNorth side, south side, when we ride\nCatch us stunting on South Beach\nN****s ain't getting money, I don't wanna hear the words\nComing out of your mouth piece, north side, south side\nEast side, west side, we counting money\nWhile ya'll n****s just count sheep