Get The Bag

(Verse 1) Yeah, I’m grindin’ hard, ain't no time to relax, Stackin’ up the paper, watch the money attract. In the city where the real ones keep it cold, Gotta get the bag, that’s the story that I told. Hustle in the night, while they sleepin’ on the grind, Countin’ up the blessings, got my vision aligned. Pull up in the whip, tinted windows on the ride, All these haters talkin’, but they can’t touch my pride. (Verse 2) Cash rules everything, I’m chasin’ every dime, Got my brothers with me, yeah, we all in our prime. From the block to the bank, we be makin’ it flip, Never trust a soul, keep it tight with the grip. Life’s a game of chess, gotta move with precision, Every step I take, it’s a calculated decision. Enemies lurkin’, but I see through the mask, Focused on the hustle, only here for the cash.