[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Earli in the morning, when the sun asleep
You can find me in a Catalac, out by the creek
Bendin corners, ridin steep, yeah, I'm smokin my Keef
My baller things are quite steep, so the pockets are deep
And Texas my home, where I do my dirt
While these boys chacin skirts, I'm puttin in work
One word to the man Martin Luther King
I get the green, stackin the ching ching
Money over everything, money is first
I be right there on the corner, till the cash disperse
One word if he ain't give me anything, and to Andrew too
Bring Alex over, fuck it, the whole crew
Money in the rubber band, stackin the chips
While the road suckers on the side, bumpin they lips
These boys is talkin noise, but they sweet as a Cantaloupe
I'm posted in here, so you can never call me
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Gettin money, still stayin up on the grind
Got them Benjamins, them cheques and grams up on my mind
I'm gettin money, steady stackin my bread
Soon as I get up out the bed, them hustle thoughts in my head
I'm gettin money, I'm collectin my cash
I'm hittin stains, count the change put it all in my stash
I'm gettin money, yeah I'm broadin the less
I was broke in the past but now I'm gettin money
Earli in the morning, when the sun asleep
You can find me in a Catalac, out by the creek
Bendin corners, ridin steep, yeah, I'm smokin my Keef
My baller things are quite steep, so the pockets are deep
And Texas my home, where I do my dirt
While these boys chacin skirts, I'm puttin in work
One word to the man Martin Luther King
I get the green, stackin the ching ching
Money over everything, money is first
I be right there on the corner, till the cash disperse
One word if he ain't give me anything, and to Andrew too
Bring Alex over, fuck it, the whole crew
Money in the rubber band, stackin the chips
While the road suckers on the side, bumpin they lips
These boys is talkin noise, but they sweet as a Cantaloupe
I'm posted in here, so you can never call me
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
Gettin money, still stayin up on the grind
Got them Benjamins, them cheques and grams up on my mind
I'm gettin money, steady stackin my bread
Soon as I get up out the bed, them hustle thoughts in my head
I'm gettin money, I'm collectin my cash
I'm hittin stains, count the change put it all in my stash
I'm gettin money, yeah I'm broadin the less
I was broke in the past but now I'm gettin money
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