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[Verse 1:] I'm going to be paper chasing till the day I die Strictly concentrating on making my money multiply People be faking I aint waiting I want it now motherfucker Everyday I'm making paper, and what I got I'm trying to double Repeat the process till I bubble, keep it low stay out of trouble And if your conversation ain't bout money nigga fuck it And all my life i've been a G, my momma raised me in the slums Hell I was packing guns when other kids my age was having fun Stacking funds, trying to get this money any way it comes All night I'm on the block grind till I see the sun shine hard on them playas Smoking 'dro dodging one time, show niggas I'm serious bout my dough I gotta get mine Can't trust these hoes cuz I know they out to get mine, niggas be prepared and shit I'm trying to do it big time ????? be about your business nigga [Chorus:] 1st things 1st when I wake up fire the grass up Then I hit the block man I gotta get my cash up 1st things 1st fuck these hoes get your grind on I'mma get my money right then I'mma get my shine on 1st things 1st when I wake up fire the grass up Then I hit the block man I gotta get my cash up 1st things 1st fuck these hoes get your grind on I'mma get my money right then I'mma get my shine on 1st things 1st Letras de canciones[Verse 2:] I wanna be able to buy my baby girl what she want Get her all the thing's she need and some thing's that she dont Man I'm trying to get my momma out this 2 bedroom apartment Buy my niece and nephew clothes help my sister get her car fixed And what's the use of having to hustle if your hustle dont prophet Nigga you got 20 gold teeth and not a dime in your pocket I'm a family man I got a wife so therefore I'm at a point of my life where I got to prepare more There's alot of money in these street's but you got to becareful Know who your friend's are and what reason's they're there for And you can think it's bout smoking swishers and chasing these hoes You might go get you a lick but you ain't making no dough In the code of the streets I trust man it's all that I know If you further examine my life that's all that it show If you going to do it dont bullshit bring it all to the door And when your opportunity come's be ready to go [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I can't worry 'bout what a motherfucker say niggas part time grind man I hustle everyday I done struggled in everyway strees to the county blues caught a case and made the news Kept my faith and played it cool it's save to say I break the rules when ever I can get away with it Put the work in the trunk and hit the interstate with it Trying to get a piece of the pie a slice of cake with it keep it real till I die I'm never coming fake with it I don't know no other way man I was raised on the hill where your only 2 options was Get paid or get killed I let em hang cuz I'm trill kept my mind on a mil I done bullshited enough this time I'm for real [Chorus] From Letras Mania