Earl Hayes - On The Block lyrics

All I know is get it, flip it, spend it, trick it Sending someone to get it, weight it, wrap it, bag it, box it Let them shoot it, snort it, sniff it Rangers, Beamers, Porches, Benzes Great weekends with gorgeous b**hes Bottles and ice for my crew Gigantic guns for these n***as f**ed up attitude - I'm co*ky, arrogant. and chauvinist Greedy and f**ing stubborn, I want more than I am supposed to get Weed, coke, drank, pills Half naked b**hes dancing Shut the door, forget your problems Enjoy this party we are having Relax on acres and mansions Realize the cackers advantage We valet DV9s, Aston Martins, Bentleys, Phantoms Diamonds worth more than your house Cribs that you can't imagine Now watch me f** it up as I take it all for granted Spit on cameras, sh** on managers, be late for everything Go in to financial debt, end up pawning everything Get back with the same crew, those good old drug dealer runs Won't be long before I end where I came from On the block Chorus: Francia Prisci (Earl Hayes) All my life I've been going so hard I don't know anything else So I just stay on the block (on the block) Money stays on my mind, it was all the time So I just stay on my grind Bridge: Hayes (Francia Prisci) n***as going hard trying to get the (money) I'm walking around with a pocket full of (money) My car cost a hundred thousand, that's (money) My big chain cost storm blowing Championship game, twenty deep, in the front row In them seats that fold out down out on the floor In Vegas telling pit bosses "Let the dice roll" Turn twenty grand into sixty and I'm out the door Cars made in Europe, shoes made in Italy I'm backwards, bring big guns for a little beef We get money - earthquake, slow, sleet, rain Just like my hood got bad legs I give them 'caine I feel great, I wouldn't change for the wold n***a Turn my girl out, now she a drug dealer They tell me never to mix pleasure with business I'd rather have a co-defendant than a witness "Money is the root of all evil" A broke man must have made that up Cause we got paper and we never gave a f** Got us riding fast in the big trucks My mother said she pray for us every night, bruh Chorus: Francia Prisci (Earl Hayes) All my life I've been going so hard I don't know anything else So I just stay on the block (on the block) Money stays on my mind, it was all the time So I just stay on my grind Bridge: Hayes (Francia Prisci) n***as going hard trying to get the (money) I'm walking around with a pocket full of (money) My car cost a hundred thousand, that's (money) My big chain cost storm blowing (money)