Stackin' them dollars, I’m grindin’ from the jup

Stackin' them dollars, I’m grindin’ from the jump, Countin' blue faces, ain’t no time for a slump, Hustle in my veins, watch me rise, never fall, Cash rules everything, I’m addicted to the call. Money on my mind, every second, every breath, Livin’ for the paper, I’m chasin' after wealth, In the trenches lurkin’, where the shadows never sleep, Runnin' with the wolves, yeah, the pack is never weak. Flippin' every cent, I’m a beast with the grind, Stackin’ up these digits, leave the worries far behind, Caught up in the hustle, it’s a savage kind of fate, Every dollar that I make, it’s a piece of my estate. Enemies lurk close, but I keep my circle tight, Trust is a luxury, only real ones in my sight, Countin' every blessing, while I’m stackin' up the green, In this life of crime, yeah, I’m livin' out the dream.