[Intro]
Man, I can't believe this
They was gonnna burn all this sh**
All this sh**
And a n***a can't even find a job
Well, thats uncle same for you baby
Money to burn
[Hook: Dion Jetson]
Trying to get them old franklins
Money that we making
Got me walking round like my sh** ain't even stanking
I ain't spending sh** I'm banking
I put that on my ranking
100 in the safe and I still ain't changing
[Verse 1: Dion Jetson]
One of my cousins caught a case
My other cuzo caught a case
Can't afford the lawyer fees they repped by the state
I gotta get this muthaf**ing money I can't wait
Cause they too skinny for the county
He can't make it in the state
You make it rain I feel like you dissing me
The chase for the bread is tempting me
To crossover like a young AI
Tryna light my neck up Fourth of July
I need pounds, dollars, euro and yen
I had it all once trying get it again
Do it all to save my country cousins and kin
Don't be surprised if you see me pimpin my pen
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yo-Dot]
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
I search and roam
Stack it 'til I own it ain't no purchase loan
Old Franklin banking 'til I check out of that nursing home
Working Log
Trying to fill the safe up with them vintage bands
Ain't no hustle benefits, retirements or pension plans
Where it's at
n***as need it, got it, we got mouths to feed
Time is money, if you know it you won't let an hour freeze
Swisher blunts a pearling, focus on the world'ing
n***as ain't invited to this game Donald Sterling
Old Franks, yeah I need that bruh
'Til a n***a get a hundred g's stacked up
Then I flip that there to a Mill
Go on do the math when the cheese stack up
Being broke forbid me, enter to the big leagues
Saving up and cashing out on Miller Park and Wrigley
[Hook]
[Verse 3: SeVen1]
Mama gave me ten
Turned ten to twenty
Twenty to a hundred
Gave my mama fifty
If I ever get jammed OG come to get me
Cause I never played her raw on my daughter f** with me
Same n***a from the east side, Airmax, Levi
Chilling with yo' feline, Macaulay meet the bee hive
I'm all about a dollar
Benji by the neck and Mr. Grant by the collar
Man I choke the hell out the hustle baby, Sweet Sadie
SeVen1 the army, too wavy for the navy
It's f** you, pay me, like Volume 1
I'm from the muthaf**ing city where they value none
[Hook]