Took the Money to the Plug's House - Benny the Butcher

He was very street smart, very

And he was observant

I took the money to the plug’s house

The Butcher comin', nigga (Brr)

Nigga had the eye of the tiger, and he was hungry

I took the money to the plug’s house

Ain’t no fuckin' 'round with Benny and Uncle Al, uh-uh

I took the money to the plug’s house

Yeah, that’s right

Got a stash in the grass, a couple of guns

Yo

Word reached the killer

I’m from Buffalo where it’s cold in summer

All we know is hustlin'

Lower numbers than the Ochoa brothers (Ah)

They broke the code, now we exposin' suckers (It's that time)

They know the flow disgustin'

A Griselda feature’ll blow your budget

Been through hell, had to make it, I was well validated

Kept my family and my scale calibrated

2012, I’m in cells for a sale, had no patience

All these cats actin' gangster, autographin' affidavits

That ain’t me, they do my last year numbers at best

I ain’t fumble that yet, it’s funny 'cause I’m gettin' running back checks

Real shit, it ain’t none of that left

I’m landin' solo with the scorpion logo right in front of that jet

Your label office, I’m runnin' that next (Facts)

We on you if it’s 'bout Conway, the same for comin' at West (What we do?)

Swingin' an axe, doin' lumberjack reps

I’m lucky, so an extra ace of spades gon' come in that deck

I took the money to the plug’s house

I ran in, scraped up the money

Then double taped up the money

Walk in, speedin' to a lick

Couldn’t wait for the money

Why would I wait for the money?

Blowin' gas in the vault

Just to stank up the money, yeah

Just to stank up the money (Ah)

Broke niggas in the room

But they know that they can’t fuck with money (Uh-uh)

Them niggas can’t fuck with money

This for all my whole brick buyers and my quarter hustlers

And all the road trip drivers and the corner huggers

He made his first ten bands, let’s applaud the brother

If you do that ten times, now you onto something

Yo, the shit I don’t say no more, I damn near don’t pray no more

Only to an eighth of raw, a fork, and the mayo jar

Numbers, you inflated yours, you got a created buzz

My flow got the fans rethinkin' who the greatest was

When I go pay for drugs, I need duct tape and gloves

Pots too, plates and scrubs, a spot where the neighbors good

A place where the fiends do favors for the neighborhood ('Member that?)

Come and cop and leave with extra rocks, he hooked the cable up

Miss me with that famous stuff, the label only hit me when that payment come

So we gon' play these hot blocks 'til April comes (That's right)

I had an amazing run, that’s where I got my flavor from

Had me puttin' paper together just like a staple gun

It won’t make you equal 'less you put on all your people

Got one first, now my whole team got bezels you can see through

I ain’t talkin' 'bout Griselda, it’s niggas in my street crew

Who was flyin' gas back from Cali 'fore it was legal

I took the money to the plug’s house

I ran in, scraped up the money

Then double taped up the money

Walk in, speedin' to a lick

Couldn’t wait for the money

Why would I wait for the money?

Blowin' gas in the vault

Just to stank up the money, yeah

Just to stank up the money (Ah)

Broke niggas in the room

But they know that they can’t fuck with money (Uh)

Them niggas can’t fuck with money (Yeah)