Interest lyrics

[Verse 1: Lucki Eck$]
Go for them other n*ggas, sucka n*ggas
I got twenty years in my duffle n*gga, hustle n*gga
Keep that play together, call a huddle n*gga, huddle n*gga
Leave em by the curb like a puddle n*gga, trouble n*ggas
Outta law, like I just got killed - boy you outta luck!
You wildin' huh, Ain't nothing to fear
It's a lot of us, solid huh?
Trying to hide that smell, keep that bottled up
Hollows make a pothole stop a Tahoe, ain’t no stopping us
I done bust a moves by the car load, my next trip a bus
I done served Hispanic's named Carlos but he's black as f*ck
That ain't my place to question long as I get cash and such
f*ck I look like asking where you from, pulling the atlas up
Got a wild b*tch - she keep that pistol by her tan line
She ain't scared to use it, she just want that money in time
Super interest if you late, outsiders there line
If you ain't with them, don't cross 48th - that's your dead line

[Chorus]
I say f*ck your f*cking interests
I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my b*tches, I say
I say f*ck your f*cking interests
I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my b*tches, on my
On my, I keep trackers on my b*tches
Money on my mind and I keep trackers on my b*tches, on my
I say f*ck your f*cking interests
You put money on the line, I play that string like Jimi Hendrix
[Verse 2: Lucki Eck$]
Now ain't a thing I might be in it, not a swing I might be missing
N' I be checking on mates, for your king I hop a million
For this thing well I been did it
You all show you saw them tickets
You a joke, but you don't really get them laughs - you hear them crickets? sh*t
Don't let that sh*t play out like a scratched disc
Keep the cash, lay it all out like a tracklist
They holding out, y'all homies put you on a black list
If your n*ggas stand up, all my n*ggas back bend
These n*ggas hoppin bars like they missing bus cards
Matter fact, don't make me catch a body like trust falls
Sleep - all my n*ggas eating free, we got lunch cards
Ruger push you 5 yards back you want a false start
Make 52 pick ups like I toss cards
My sh*t top rope, you would think it Swanton
Make 52 pick ups like I toss cards
All my sh*t top rope, you would think it's Swanton

[Chorus]
I say f*ck your f*cking interests
I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my b*tches, I say
I say f*ck your f*cking interests
I keep money on mind and I keep trackers on my b*tches, on my
On my, I keep trackers on my b*tches
Money on my mind and I keep trackers on my b*tches, on my
I say f*ck your f*cking interests
You put money on the line, I play that string like Jimi Hendrix