Earli in the morning, when the sun asleep You can find me in a Catalac, out by the creek Bendin corners, ridin steep, yeah, I'm smokin my Keef My baller things are quite steep, so the pockets are deep And Texas my home, where I do my dirt While these boys chacin skirts, I'm puttin in work One word to the man Martin Luther King I get the green, stackin the ching ching Money over everything, money is first I be right there on the corner, till the cash disperse One word if he ain't give me anything, and to Andrew too Bring Alex over, fuck it, the whole crew Money in the rubber band, stackin the chips While the road suckers on the side, bumpin they lips These boys is talkin noise, but they sweet as a Cantaloupe I'm posted in here, so you can never call me Gettin money, still stayin up on the grind Got them Benjamans, them cheques and grams up on my mind I'm gettin money, steady stackin my bread Soon as I get up out the bed, thems the thoughts in my head I'm gettin money, I'm collectin my cash I'm stackin change, put it all in my stash Ain't nothin greater than calculating my paper Haters, I shake 'm off with the salt shaker Payin full price for a slice, I want a full loaf of the bread I'm countin stacks with the big face head Nothin don't change but the kommas and the zeros Mixtape money, same as the keelos Get that cash, backwards and forwards I grind all day, and hustle tomorrow Mind on my money, get mama out the sewer She worked so hard, her boys bairly knew her Runnin dope boy fresh, Cocaine conasur Tryed to straight drop, 100 percent pure Everyday I'm hustlin, for Tripple Seese Call it cash for fact, I flip the D I'm boss hog, and yes, my crew bruin Paul, tell 'm what I'm doin Gettin money, still stayin up on the grind Got them Benjamans, them cheques and grams up on my mind I'm gettin money, steady stackin my bread Soon as I get up out the bed, thems the thoughts in my head I'm gettin money, I'm collectin my cash I'm stackin change, put it all in my stash Gettin money, if it's dark outside, or if it's sunny Slim Thugger gotta get it, stayin hungry I ain't a dummy, I'm throwin my cash up in the stash While a boss still ball, your wings don't last I got old money, 1994 money That on the low money, dope sold money Small money, keep that at your home money I'm on everything that I'm in, I'm grown money CEO favor, R&B pages I'm fuckin the Jalotto, just give me the Keef paper You gettin low doe, plan to sell dope Could take a fuckin year off, and still blow doe Could never signed the deal, and still get more doe Sell dope, and still ball like I got four I'm gettin bread, it's time to eat, I'm gettin fed I'm on the grind 24 7, I sleep when I'm dead Gettin money, still stayin up on the grind Got them Benjamans, them cheques and grams up on my mind I'm gettin money, steady stackin my bread Soon as I get up out the bed, thems the thoughts in my head I'm gettin money, I'm collectin my cash I'm stackin change, put it all in my stash