All night, early in the morning
For life, keep the money flowing
Stay on the grind, only thing on my mind
24-7 baby, even on the side

Hit me on my line, get me when i'm live
See me when i'm driving, throw up that peace sign
Haters on their job, the people on the watch
They see that boy on fire, this type of grind don't stop

Look this the rundown hustle til sun down then it's over time
I like giving people a reason to look up and down when I come around
Its about to go down jealous foes of mine go around threaten to gun us down 
They don't know about mine but they can find me and mine we don't fudge around
I'm a business man not up for drama
Just numbers and dollars you itching to get at me 
Better be money you talking about
And a lot of it otherwise just get at me
Man I be drowning out hate with the speakers, bumping
Vybing and ride with the kickers, jumping
Stopping and waiting for nothing, come on
Hustling until i'm rich 

Hit me on my line, get me when i'm live
See me when i'm driving, throw up that peace sign
Haters on they job, them people on the watch
They see that boy on fire, this type of grind don't stop

Money on my mine and i'mma get it what you figure
Wit a little bit of money in the pocket you can chill
And get a little bit tomorrow wait a minute now we get it get it get it 
Gotta put it in da bag wit a tag and amount of cash
Then stash then i'mma act like nothing ain't even happen
People watching i'm just looking at em
Look let me tell ya something
I got an entrepreneurial spirit and here go the lyrical man i'm imperial
Got yo superiors feeling inferior put it in gear now they spinning the steering wheel
Cuz breaking that bread with a real one puts fear in ya whenever i'm in your area 
To hell with you if you ain't hustle to come with the money or nothing
For real i ain't hearing you but if you

Hit me on my line, get me when i'm live
See me when i'm driving, throw up that peace sign
Haters on they job, them people on the watch
They see that boy on fire, this type of grind don't stop

24-7 that hustle a part of life, you don't work, then you don't eat
You don't grind, then you don't sleep, and money don't grow on no tree 
And for the life of me I still don't see, how some of yall like to ride on E
Hustling precious like fuel for cars and the need for gas ain't never gone seize 
Like when we getting it, shipping it, flipping it, moving it thru and as soon as it touch down 
Distribute it when it get settled in checking the profit its pound for pound
Money in my pocket i'm watching and plotting on copping a spot with a lot in town
And until they release the cars that fly, ill see yall fellas around

Hit me on my line, get me when i'm live
See me when i'm driving, throw up that peace sign
Haters on they job, them people on the watch
They see that boy on fire, this type of grind don't stop