Chorus (2x) Hopped up out the bed Turn my scale on Took a look at the work and say wussup Yeah we gettin money Verse 1: They say the hood looking for you Time to bounce back You gotta feed the streets, Young It's in your contract Right here, page 1, paragraph 3 Do what the f** you wanna do, n***a Just feed the streets Remember when I tried to pay 28 bands Had the nerve to be short 28 grams I'm gonna need to check your folks Somebody stole one Say what the f** you wanna say Somebody owe him one Good dick, tatoos, b**hes like that Talk to em any kind of way The b**hes like that They say its all about the fit I say the right hat They say its all about the kicks
I say the right stack Chorus (2x) Verse 2: I feel like stuntin tonight Got all my chains on n***a you ain't said sh** Thats my theme song And if you ain't gettin money Then your themes wrong And if you ain't dream livin Then your dreams wrong White floors, white brick Thats my dream house 100 bricks the long way Thats my dream couch Can you imagine me just sittin on them sh**s Wait for the drought to roll around And make a k**ing on them sh**s Man its such a beautiful day Do some lawn work ? T hats why my arm hurts 23 for the B That's that Lebron work, Home invaders I don't know my alarm work Chorus Turn the scale on Turn the scale on