I want you to have a great weekend.

I'm grindin' on the block, I'm holdin' these rocks, steady stackin' my paper, whatever

the cost.

Got me gruntin' like a hog, make my way through the fog, but relative to that, it's got me

movin' through the smog.

I got what you need, but I still can't call it, movin' through the hood in this Zimbala.

Holla when you see the M .I .C.'s movin' through the streets, shout out, we about them dollars.

Lost in the game, searchin' for a way out, trapped in this pain, hopin' for a payout.

I gotta get mine, I'ma take yours, fuck you horse, time to settle the score.

One for the mic, nail for the knock, come sideways, I'll punch a hole through your knot.

I'm all about this paper, I'm all about this dough, I'ma give mine no doubt for sure.

Grindin', hustlin', money makin', stackin', racksin', paper chasin', breadin', cheddar,

bring the bacon home.

I gotta get the paper dollar bills in the scratch, I gotta get the money, bitch, break

in these bags.

Forty -five pistol holdin', bangin' these tracks, puttin' in the work like you're sayin' those

bricks.

Pimp this game, if you playin' these tricks, you're doin' what I say, cause I run this

shit.

See me spin, versin', now you see me stack chips.

Holla points, it's when you floss like this.

Sup of a dollar, man, it's all to the good.

Turnin' circles, blowin' purple steel, griffin' the wood.

Livin' everyday, still wishin' you could.

Dream of a life, but you never do shit.

If it doesn't make money, then it doesn't make sense.

If it doesn't make money, then it doesn't pay rent.

Doin' what I do, what I do, what I can.

Fuck you, baby, put the money in my hand.

I'm grindin', hustlin', money makin', stackin', racksin', paper chasin', breadin', cheddar,

bring the bacon home.

Grindin', hustlin', money makin', stackin', racksin', paper chasin', breadin', cheddar,

bring the bacon home.

Grindin', hustlin', money makin', stackin', racksin', paper chasin', breadin', cheddar,

bring the bacon home.

Bread and cheddar better than most things.

I'm needin' the most greens, like purples and pink greens.

It's kinda like my thing, see I like to slurge.

Do whatever I feel like doin' and I do it when I got the urge.

Binge and purge and purge and binge.

Put knots in my pockets and I'm off the hinge.

If you make it, I take it.

You give me lettuce, I rake it.

Put a smile on my face while you're losin' in the fake shit I told ya.

I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, takin' all your fatty without havin' to muscle ya.

A fiend for the green type of money thing.

I need the money, it ain't funny, before the homies and the hunnies.

I'm pimp a hoe if you wanna be pimp.

Go and get me some chains and a cane and a limp.

I need a Skrilla, gotta fill a pocket full of cash.

Go to do what your collector doin' and I do the dash.

Grindin', hustlin', money makin'.

Stackin', racksin', paper chasin'.

Bread and cheddar, bring the bacon home.

Grindin', hustlin', money makin'.

Stackin', racksin', paper chasin'.

Bread and cheddar, bring the bacon home.