(Angry Mum Yelling)
[Verse 1]
Grindin' erry-day, can tell that's what we made for
Why be broke; make this paper, what's the wait for
Feel like I been here before; no debates or
I should take a seat back and hope that I never age more
Stuck on my four-poster, play me the lazy song
Type of Money yeen' do sh** and spend in tons
Feel like I miss those happy days, guess my timing's wrong
They say Meek too young for this then I ask when the time gon' come
Yo Jesus! See what bars done made me become
Rapgenius! With my team I'm history that's begun
Most-Dope Freestyle. . Live on iTunes store
Flows too smart, I think y'all gonna need a tutor
Dad was a lie, he prolly had a two-tone
Until I'm finished, I'm never walking in no shoe store
Until we make 'em, we we keeping it 100 . . . No stop!
Until I'm heard, imma keep screaming to tha' Rooftop
A n***a want that type of money falling like leaves from a loquat
Ice on my wrist; Partying with Iced Champagne we bout to pop
Only f**s with real n***as, no broke n***as
I'ain't joking when I'm tryna be the GOAT n***a!
Haha! I'm talking "Greatest of All Times"
New York Times! Listen to these New York Rhymes
New York's mine; n***a with a New York mind
Pick-Up Lines, you know we be pushing dimes
Cyber-crimes . . . you know I don't give a damn!
High-Roller! In this game you know that we tha' champ
Street n***as . . . Hustle's only thing we understand
Doing Overtime, tryna' raise me 50grands
My mind's made up. No pain a n***a can't withstand
On the road, be it smooth or a quicksand
f** y'all! This a'int no f**ing reprimand
Sold Out! I bet the streets making more demands
I'ont like you man! Shoutout to my big-mummy
Seventeen! Only care bout the green money
[Interlude]
..Only care about the green Money (X2)
That's why we hustlin' everywhere we go
Yo Flamez! take this sh** back!
[Hook]
• 1-2 . . get this Money, ain't giving no f**s, worried bout' nothing
We bout' that life, yeah we bout' that lean . . All this talk bout' Rap,I'm the greatest ever seen
• 1-2 . . get these Benjis, ain't giving no f**s, worried bout' nothing. sh**'s taking too Long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! n***a . . . . you know we gettin' better
[Verse 2]
Money! Money! All a n***a cared about
We was young, Ill lucks . . money going out
Money going out, grindin's still Paramount
Running round, still puttin' on gold wrap-arounds
This a rap game, we headed for the battleground
When them cops show, you know its a underground
Show up! Chasing n***as with a greyhound
Tall black n***a, born and birthed in the West-Bound
We hardly home but we reppin' to the fullest
Like the Trill-matic, shawty you know I'm the Illest
Protest! The only way a n***a gon' eat
Never going broke . . I mean I'm never going off-beat
Tryna raise a home, you know we never taking backseats
This tha' life we chose, you know we stuntin' doing back-flips
STOOOP! (yeeeeeaah!) That's ma ad-lib
MDG! Ain't nobody f**in' with'ma clique
[Hook]
[Outro: Lil' Saint & Meek]
1-2 get these Benjis, ain't giving no f**s, worried bout' nothing
sh**'s taking too long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! I prolly sound like Lisa. Whatever! Yeeeaah! Hahaha!
(Get outta here Saints)