yea yea The money we making, grind all day all night long the money we flexing. Cos we worked all day long In the morning we balling, Spend the cash as we like in the evening we flexing, Treat the girls to some wine I dont want no hating Cos we didnt hate no one Go grind and hustle, For the green paper dawg verse 1 Yea I just wanna explain this I came from the bottom Asking myself every new day. This fucking same question we wer hustling, we wer grinding, we wer popping the drugs Cos no hope ever was sent to us we did it all No help was sent to us We trapped we sang and niggas them laughed at us I was tripping in the Penthouse I was trapping in the Bank house Got a lot of niggas sent out doing time in penitentiary Got some niggas making beats Lean got me sleeping much I will die chasing it Cos money is my best friend STUPOR