[Chorus]
I can't sleep cause I hear the money callin'
They can hate, but they can't stop me from ballin'

[Verse 1]
Money on the flo' I'm on my way to pick it up
They say a package just came I'm finna pick it up
I done been down long enough I'm tryna live it up
I done Been down on my luck I'm tryna get it up
N***a All I know is buy some work and slip the shit
Or buy some pills and find a rat bitch to send them with
You can't trust n***as Learn Who u dealing with
Sometimes it be the same n***a that u living with
I can't worry about a bitch who worry bout my homies
I'm tryna make a couple flips and go for the rollie
Middle fingers to my haters tell them bitches blow me
It's Team Eastside bitch and we the one and only
Lets get it

[Chorus]
I can't sleep cause I hear the money callin'
They can hate, but they can't stop me from ballin'
I can't stay, 'cause I hear the money callin'
Ain't no brakes no cause y'all gotta get to this money

[Verse 2]
R.I.P Floyd Lets get it n***a ayy
Its fucked up i lost my mans just the other day
I was just talkin' to my mans just the other day
I wish I coulda tell my mans go the other way
And watch these phony ass n***as cause they love to hate
I'm getting money I can't let these n***as slow me down
Get locked up your own fam won't even hold you down
It be them n***as in the crib with you blowin' loud
You down far make this jealous ass n***as proud
That's why I grind and stack some cheese for a rainy day
And drink a whole lotta lean and sleep the pain away
I did a lotta bullshit I ain't ashamed to say
It's everybody for they self in this game we play
[Chorus]
I can't sleep cause I hear the money callin'
They can hate, but they can't stop me from ballin'
I can't stay, 'cause I hear the money callin'
Ain't no brakes no cause y'all gotta get to this money

[Verse 3]
Bag life n***a Team Eastside
Granny beg me to stay in school don't get suspend
I ain't had time for that shit I'm tryna get suspenders
Lookin' back now I wish I coulda did it different
But i remember nights that I ain't had shit for dinner
I gotta get it cause my son can't ever have enough
Even tho my son momma hate his daddy's guts
I can count but a lotta shit ain't adding up
You hate me cause I moved on but shit I had enough
I'm paranoid a lotta nights it be hard to sleep
Just thinking bout the nights when it was hard to eat
That's why I drink and get high till I could hardly see
'Cause when u really love the streets it be hard to leave, I swear...

[Chorus]
I can't sleep cause I hear the money callin'
They can hate, but they can't stop me from ballin'
I can't stay, 'cause I hear the money callin'
Ain't no brakes no cause y'all gotta get to this money