Dolla Signs and Palm Trees

From the city of the hustlers away from the beach All I think about is dolla signs and palm trees Been a long time since I shopped for some sheets FTLOM I turnt into a fiend I'm always asked why I'm always working Cause I can't ever seem to make some time to find me some sleep I always ask have you ever been hungry? So stop acting like you outchea and you ain't tryna eat When my daddy wasn't working He used to take me fishing And he'd fill up the whole bucket But I ain't want that for dinner Spoiled lil brat But my dad prepared for that Separate what's gon be taken home And then we headed back But first we stopping at the store For scratch off tickets and some smokes At least that's what I thought Cause Lil did I know My daddy hustlin' on the low Took all them fish right out the cooler I'm Talkin all the fish that was in the bucket Now just a quarter less fuller That he traded for some dollars and some chops for him to cook up Just For me I see what you did for me Now it's time to eat From the city of the hustlers away from the beach All I think about is dolla signs and palm trees Been a long time since I shopped for some sheets FTLOM I turnt into a fiend I'm always asked why I'm always working Cause I can't ever seem to make some time to find me some sleep I always ask have you ever been hungry? So stop acting like you outchea and you ain't tryna eat