Artist: Big Pokey f/ Lil' Keke, Mussilini Album: A Bad Azz Mix Tape III Song: 713 Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus - 2x] This for paper profit, you know they can't stop it On the 3rd Coast, you know we mix it then chop it Houston style, you know that's how the South does it 7-1-3, and the public they love it [Lil' Keke] It ain't chips and cheddar, I ain't really trying to hear it I'm all about my cash, get my money period The bottom, where the top is out of reach Gotta get it how I live, cause my family gotta eat When I'm digging down low, trying to push that snow Turning corners hitting cuts, jamming chopped and slow So I'm constantly trying to get it, with the hustle I got Every thug every gangsta, doing it block for block For them G's on the yard, doing it day for day I got blood in my eye, to the Lord I pray It's a sinful year, but I'm staying right here I'm bout to shift down in fourth, and try to change my gear This the 3rd Coast, we love our music slowed up With styrofoam cups, that's iced and po'd up Lil' Ke and Big Poke, puffing on big smoke S.U.C. nigga, and the click is kin folk [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] When you see us hit the do', you know that it's going down Respect the code, S.U.C. up hoes on the ground These bitches can move around, cause a nigga don't need No bitches slowing me down, when I'm moving full speed Keep these bitches on they knees, and these niggaz in they place Steel trigger on the waist, and it's 7-1-3 Money come fast it go, you gotta mash Get your cash, we got that cocaine eleven a key In the booth I got propane, y'all ain't ready for me I'm fin's to show these rookies some'ing, they ain't ready to see Think this R-A-P game, is bout bitches and fun I'm in the dope house right now, with mic's speakers and guns Trying to turn crumbs to tons, I'll take it in ones This good game, you could take it and shake it but when I come Low to the ground, move it like a fire lever Hit the hoe like a diesel, turn into a hot stepper [Chorus - 2x] [Mussilini] G'eah bobbing my head, leaning flipping the loot I just hopped in the red, bout to smoke on the truth Uh paper profit, that's all I know New voice and do-do, that's all I blow Stat sheet off the chain, our record's phenomenal From the deck to the trunk, back up in your abdominal The abominable, slow men run up in your do' men Quick to leave your chest open, and cum up in your hoe men I'm coasting the seven seas, c.d.'s and felonies O.G.s be telling me, trying to guard the hell in me But Lord I feel this currency, feeling it nicely Shit all my life, it's been Green's and Isley Reverted and mobbing constantly, honestly Off rap I'm retiring, this a 3rd Coast be here for real it's our time My city be the city, that stay jumping All times for that paper, bitch [Chorus - 2x]