[Hook: Stressmatic] We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We flip

[Verse 1: E-40] I can eyeball the product and give an estimate (estimate)
Before I cop the narcotics, I let a fiend test it
Pockets pregnant looking like some saggy titties (saggy titties)
Pistol in my waist, back there by my kidneys (by my kidneys)
Nickels and pennies I used to chase, used to be piss poor (piss poor)
The laughing stock but not no mothafuckin more (not no more)
Bought a Bentley from Los Gatos got the best prices
No more drunk classes, finally gave me back my license (your license?)
I’m a goon with the spoon I make it do what it do
The dude that taught me how to cook, (what's his name?) his name was Raul
Raul was my ese, love me to death
Raul is the neighborhood chef
Six times two don’t have a clue on how I move and I wiggle, see (move and I wiggle see)
One thing about me, I ain’t bootsie
They’ll break in your whip and steal your backpack and dip (backpack and dip)
They plottin’ and plannin’ on how to make the money flip (make the money flip)

[Hook: Stressmatic] We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We flip

[Verse 2: Cousin Fik] It’s Cousin Fik
Look, I turned a deuce into a quarter man I know you can count
What you mean what I want for ‘em? You know the amount
You say my prices high, that’s fine, you know you can bounce
If you my mans and I know you solid, I might throw you an ounce
But you ain’t gonna get it off or get no dough on the couch
You gotta network on the phone get dressed and get out the house
If you get pressed by them people, tell 'em "figure it out"
Keep what you know in your brain, don’t let that shit out your mouth
‘Cause this a serious game we playin’, so you better wear your cletes
The rollers more street smart than the niggas in the streets
That’s why my game stays sharpy like a permanent marker
Creepin’ like a spider man, but I’m not Peter Parker
My bubble came from struggle, you niggas don’t know the half
Greenhouse got me ballin’ in Dallas just like the Mavs
When haters say “I'm trippin’” my nigga I just laugh
We can get some money my nigga, I did the math

[Hook: Stressmatic] We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We flip

[Verse 3: Choose Up Cheese] Dropped twenty-five K on a wristwatch
I be playin’ with them birds, Alfred Hitchcock
And you know I got that rocket, no Rick Rock
Creepin’ on a milly, hundred K is a pitstop
Hundred racks, ten belts, do the math ho
I’m a hustla from the womb to a tagged toe
I swear, I can get you anything you ask for
Burned ten bands without fuckin’ up my cashflow
Flip work, count stacks like the BandGang
Choose Up Cheese state to state, like a campaign
Thirty for the brick, seventeen for the half thang
All I talk is money nigga, all I spit is cash game
Make it double, make it triple, make it last forever
Every day that I wake up, I’m on a cash endeavor
Brand new elevens, black and red, patent leathers
They call me Cheese, ‘cause a nigga known for stackin’ cheddar

[Hook: Stressmatic] We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We flip