Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, to do give him about an hour an half he come thru pull up and we start to make moves Money on my mind, feeling like thers nun left to lose Hit the streets cant find no work now we in a mood tryna get this money help my mom with the food shit its the least i can do ive been chasing chickss and chasing checks its time to chase this bread make it out so one day my kids aint gotta livr the way i did