STAKING MONEY
Stackin’ paper, yeah, I’m on a mission, Every dollar earned, it’s my intuition, From the block to the bank, gotta make that move, Hustle hard, stay sharp, always in the groove. Late nights, street lights, plotting on my dreams, Life ain’t easy, but I’m busting at the seams, Survival of the fittest, I’ll never back down, With my eyes on the prize, I’m the king of this town. (Verse 2) Counting every cent, while they sleep in their beds, Vision on my future, never stuck in my head, Respect the grind, yeah, it’s all in the hustle, Built from the struggle, flexing all this muscle. Money talks loud, but I’m listening close, Learned the game well, now I’m ready to boast, From the bottom to the top, watch me rise and shine, Living for the hustle, yeah, that dollar’s mine. Use
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Stackin’ paper, yeah, I’m on a mission, Every dollar earned, it’s my intuition, From the block to the bank, gotta make that move, Hustle hard, stay sharp, always in the groove. Late nights, street lights, plotting on my dreams, Life ain’t easy, but I’m busting at the seams, Survival of the fittest, I’ll never back down, With my eyes on the prize, I’m the king of this town. (Verse 2) Counting every cent, while they sleep in their beds, Vision on my future, never stuck in my head, Respect the grind, yeah, it’s all in the hustle, Built from the struggle, flexing all this muscle. Money talks loud, but I’m listening close, Learned the game well, now I’m ready to boast, From the bottom to the top, watch me rise and shine, Living for the hustle, yeah, that dollar’s mine. Use
Respect 🤜🤛