gray snow in my house alarm
countin cash every morning before i leave home
don't wanna leave this world alone
bag full of money when i hit the curb
just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird
that's the word you can get served
from the bullets to the keys is how we urge
to move on and groove and get the money straight
i got the tax on the bubble
catch me rollin in my bentley
tooled up pussy with a bitch and i'm all in it
sunshine like the brightest day
momma do you remember the time
when i seen the video i said that's gon be me
and i ain't have to dream i made it my reality
folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me
i skipped class and i shitted on the faculty
never bite the hand that feeds me
watching out for fake shit
give me rats for my statements
i'm a hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it
but money make you forgive it
and nothings promised but a graveyard
can't see myself dyin' broke
now rock steady in this mutherfucker
paper come fast tom petty in this mutherfucker
now do a doughnut in the money
but the paper ain't running
now fuck the world till it's cummin
we get the bread and the crumbs