[Chorus]
Wakin' up in the belly of the beast
I gotta eat, I gotta stand on my feet
If things get ugly, I'ma turn the other cheek
I'm so elite and I ain't even at my peak
Wakin' up in the belly of the beast
I gotta eat, I gotta stand on my feet, uh
If things get ugly, I'ma turn the other cheek
I'm so elite and I ain't even at my peak

[Verse]
Ran down on the money, we be paper chasin'
I'm awakin' now, had to do some meditation
Pay attention to the time that you steady wastin'
I seen all this comin', had to make preparation
I always knew it wouldn't happen without dedication
To movе correctly, gotta have the propеr education
Shit is outta control; n***as playin' patrol
Backstabbers is cold, comin' outta the fold
Poppin' out of the Rolls; Gucci, Louis the clothes!
Fresh from head to the toes; self-improvement, it shows
Plenty movement, you knows; Fah is movin' with poles
I'm just movin' to goals; you start movin' to yours
I just go with the blows, rather rain or it snows
You can't hang with the bros, you ain't one of the chose
I'm in love with the dough, the saying never gets old
I can't stop dumpin' 'til millions are sold
Can't tell you I ain't never been behind
Rather it be bills or rather it be the shine
I started from the hole before I made it to the line
But each race is its own, I gotta handle mine
That's why I stay busy, I can't be a idle mind
Been takin' life for granted, gotta see the bottom line
Gotta stand tall, can't let 'em beat me outta mine
Play me out position? N***a must be out his mind
[Outro]
...Do-do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do~ ♫
That's the sound of the money machine
That's the sound of the money machine
That's the sound of the money machine