It's gonna be a long one But I'm paying my way I'll be working all night long Well, you can't just get what you want Without a little work a day And you can't just stick out your hand No, it doesn't work that way And there's not much joy in the work

V'room on a Yamaha chromed-out eleven hundred Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy Cash money still a company, and, bitch, I'm the boss What I'm doing? Getting money What we doing? Getting money What they doing? Hating on us, but they

You got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah (Your business) Why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? Yeah (Gettin', yeah yeah) Summer's mine, winter time (Winter time) I done put in overtime (Overtime) I been hustlin' like this since back in the day

It crawls down deep inside without a pulse or a will to die Not known to sympathize And now it takes what it takes and let's the feelings suffocate It's nothing new it'll get it's way Another thing that I see is how it gets inside of me and tears away my

If I woke up next to you Me and you, setting in a honeymoon We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger, but not any better off Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best Last year's wishes are this year's apologies Every last time I come home I take

So you lookin' for a good man To hold you with some good hands I heard you lookin' for a good man Somebody get you through the bad land Just like you know your southern stars always gonna come back out I’ll give you everything I got like nobody else you

Hot ride in my air balloon Skipping fast right around the moon You hear me Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon Now get out Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, Gimme, gimme,

And we gon' ride on forever We ride out together It's the only way we know to go Squad up, never roll alone Pull up right in your zone Take over the street, that's how we roll Came in at first, had bad luck Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

And it's beginning to get to me That I know more of the stars and sea Than I do of what's in your head Barely touching in our cold bed They're always fighting with aching joints It's doing nothing but tire us out No one knows what this fight's about We

If you wonder why (why I live my life) The way that I do ('cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A