Stackin’ paper, yeah, I’m all about the digits, Rollin’ in the whip, tinted windows, no limits. Hustle on the grind, got
Stackin’ paper, yeah, I’m all about the digits, Rollin’ in the whip, tinted windows, no limits. Hustle on the grind, got the city on my back, Cash rules everything, that’s a fact, no lack. Diamonds in the dark, watch ‘em glisten like a star, Pimpin’ in the night, we don’t care who you are. Money talkin’ loud, hear it echo through the block, Got the game on lock, never gonna stop. (Verse 2) Hoes in the club, they know what I’m about, All that glitters gold, ain’t no room for doubt. Fast cars, fast life, livin’ reckless, no fear, In the rearview, haters disappear, can’t steer. Grimy streets, where the real ones reside, Keep it 100, never front, never hide. Pourin’ up the drink, toast to the nights we own, In this world of sin, I’m just tryin’ to find a throne. Use in StudioYeah, I'm in the shadows, where the hustlers dwell, Countin' every dollar, man, I know it all too well, Grew up in the gutter, where the whispers turn to screams, Life’s a game of chess, but I’m playin’ for the dreams. Got the city on my back, feel the weight of the crown, Extorting every moment, never backin’ down, From the block to the booth, I’m the voice of the streets, With my pen as my weapon, and my heart in the beats. Creepin’ through the night, yeah, I’m lurkin’ in the dark, Got the grind in my veins, and the fire in my spark, They say money talks, but I’m fluent in the pain, Every dollar made is a lesson in the game. Pushin’ past the limits, I’m the king of the grind, In a world full of snakes, yeah, I’m hard to find, With my mind on the hustle, can’t afford to be weak, Extorting every second, 'til I’m up on my peak. Use in Studio or or
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Stackin’ paper, yeah, I’m all about the digits, Rollin’ in the whip, tinted windows, no limits. Hustle on the grind, got the city on my back, Cash rules everything, that’s a fact, no lack. Diamonds in the dark, watch ‘em glisten like a star, Pimpin’ in the night, we don’t care who you are. Money talkin’ loud, hear it echo through the block, Got the game on lock, never gonna stop. (Verse 2) Hoes in the club, they know what I’m about, All that glitters gold, ain’t no room for doubt. Fast cars, fast life, livin’ reckless, no fear, In the rearview, haters disappear, can’t steer. Grimy streets, where the real ones reside, Keep it 100, never front, never hide. Pourin’ up the drink, toast to the nights we own, In this world of sin, I’m just tryin’ to find a throne. Use in StudioYeah, I'm in the shadows, where the hustlers dwell, Countin' every dollar, man, I know it all too well, Grew up in the gutter, where the whispers turn to screams, Life’s a game of chess, but I’m playin’ for the dreams. Got the city on my back, feel the weight of the crown, Extorting every moment, never backin’ down, From the block to the booth, I’m the voice of the streets, With my pen as my weapon, and my heart in the beats. Creepin’ through the night, yeah, I’m lurkin’ in the dark, Got the grind in my veins, and the fire in my spark, They say money talks, but I’m fluent in the pain, Every dollar made is a lesson in the game. Pushin’ past the limits, I’m the king of the grind, In a world full of snakes, yeah, I’m hard to find, With my mind on the hustle, can’t afford to be weak, Extorting every second, 'til I’m up on my peak. Use in Studio or or
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