[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Well I was out here on my Jack Jones
N***as started actin' like they never had no backbone
Man started movin' like they didn't know what the plan was
And I just got hungrier every time I took a damn loss
All I do is wake up and think how I'm gonna get it
Then I fill up the tank, three litre, unleaded
Pay for it straight cash, don't worry 'bout credit
Had to drop a n***a out, they went and bit the hand that fed 'em
All I wanna do is just make money
All that negativity, stay away from me
I'on know how you could hate on me
They didn't wanna listen back then when I told 'em, "Wait on me"
Mad patterns on the kicks, they call me Spike Lee
Told her, "You can leave but you won't find a n***a like me"
Man's cut from a different cloth
Did it off my own back, definition of a flippin' boss

[Chorus]
I was on my grind till the sun up
Every time I took a L, I was always one up
N***as couldn't tell me 'bout the come up (No way)
N***as couldn't tell me 'bout the come up
You can never tell me 'bout the struggle
Got it out the mud, I really come up out the rubble
And all I wanna do is try and hustle
Flip a couple pounds and try and make this money double
[Verse 2]
I coulda lost it all
Guess that's the the price tag on the cost of ball
Sidetracked, couldn't read between the lines
Woke up to an officer readin' me my rights
I need my money in large amounts
And move mummy to a larger house
Foreign tags that I can't pronounce
Done things that I can't announce
Ooh, can't afford to fall off
It's all tekky if this girl checks my call log
Soon as I walk in, everything all off
Ain't seen my guy for a minute but it's all love
We don't follow rules round here so we're lawless
And you don't come through so we know you're all talk
Anything that you see, just know that it's all bought
That's paid for and even though I made a lot
I'm still wishin' that I made more

[Chorus]
I was on my grind till the sun up
Every time I took a L, I was always one up
N***as couldn't tell me 'bout the come up (No way)
N***as couldn't tell me 'bout the come up
You can never tell me 'bout the struggle
Got it out the mud, I really come up out the rubble
And all I wanna do is try and hustle
Flip a couple pounds and try and make this money double (Double)