Tonart: F major•
Verse 1
F
I'm on a permanent grind
trying to get that loot
I ain't rich but I still be knocking the boots
I got game with my spit,
I ain't trying to lose
And I'm coming up,
this is front page news
Cohiba in the left hand, drank in the right
See me chilling by the pool
till the dark of the night
We got ribs on the grill,
everything's alright
Gonna party till we all
see the break of the line
Now it's twelve o 'clock,
rise and shine, time to grind
Dollar seven digits, get my dude on the line
We headed to the biggest spot
under the bridge
Gettin' off about a hundred,
then it's back to the crib
Kiss my female, check my email
Box up the part, I get ready to sell
Now it's all good,
I just go with the flow
Another day, another dollar,
and I'm in it for sure
go and get that dough
Like whoa, you need more money?
Go for what you know, they're wrong
Need me a drink?
Bb
Headin' to the store
F
With crows, leanin' to the side
Giftin' real low
Didn't get worse, a lot done changed
I come from a place that you
call a shootin' range
I stressed them facts, had to go back
I'd still be rollin' in a yellow
Cadillac
Got them chrome hubcaps, 40 in my lap
Hold up to the spot, jump out,
shootin' craps
Oh yes, the white boy
always stayin' strapped
A
G .I .B. sayin' what you know about that
For a minten,
you know that I ain't much different
The only thing is that I'm
seen in the distance
I've shaded out on the block,
always pitchin'
Woulda had once I got cooked
in the kitchen
Hustlin' every day, pocket full of stones
Get that money, get ghost in them bones
All night long, if somethin' go wrong
I'm poppin' that truck, it's uh -uh -oh
Go and get that dough
Like whoa, you need more money?
Go for what you know
They're wrong
Need me a drink?
Bb
Headin' to the store
Lean to the side
Givin' real love
All about that money, money
All about that cash, homie
Always on wine mode
What I'm designed for?
We
CEOs, bitches,
we own our own shit
Distribution is lovely,
trust me, we zoned in
It's
G -R -E, nigga, we make them classic hits
Got real street hype,
we got even that graphic shit
IP is mastered here, and I am passionate
To clockin' massive chips,
givin' some lavish whips
And I am charismatic, my swag is off the
Richter
Baby, we vapor chasin',
it ain't on options, nigga
Partner, I gots it in,
it ain't no stoppin', nigga
Fuck the recession,
all we stressin' bout is blockin' figures
Listen, I'm
Dr.
Knucker,
Money
Monopoly
Going conglomerate,
owning hundreds of properties
We all about winning,
losing is foul, no excuse
Pop the music,
Fm
F
cause the future is now, let's get it
Fm
F
Go for show, do what you have to
Go and get that dough, like whoa
Need more money?
Go for what you know
Then roll, need me a drink?
Bb
F
Head to the store, with
Crow
Leaning to the side, dipping real low
Tough like leather,
brain light like a feather
Can't escape the pain,
it's a lot like a feather
I come off like pepper,
hachoo, nigga bless ya
You get nothing lesser from
the caramel hefner
Stop, who dares to knock,
knock, knock?
Insane porch,
you scared to lick a shot, shot, shot
I got the force like
Yoda, I cock cocks
Put something in your
stomach like soda and
Pop
Rocks
Fm
F
Go, for show, do what you have to
Go and get that dough, like whoa
You need more money?
Go for what you know
Then roll, nearly a drink
Head to the store, with crow
F
F
Leaning to the side, dipping real low
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