made it

(Verse 1) Stackin' paper, yeah, I'm counting up the green, In the hustle game, I'm the king, know what I mean? Flip the goods, got the heat, call it fire sale, In the city lights, watch me rise, never fail. (Verse 2) Got the crew with me, we be moving like a team, From the block to the top, living out the dream. Late nights, bright lights, always on the grind, Cash rules everything, yeah, that's the state of mind. (Verse 3) Selling good stuff, got the clientele on lock, Rolling with the real ones, never gonna stop. Counting digits, stacking riches, that's the motto, In this fast lane, ain't no time for sorrow. (Verse 4) From the corner store to the high-rise penthouse, Living lavish, making moves, I'm the boss, no doubt. Every deal I make, yeah, I’m keeping it tight, Counting money, selling good stuff, living life right.