All About The $ (feat. Que Mac & MonLow)

See I wake up in the morning, take a piss and wash my hands Hit my knees and thank the man, and get back to that money I just scored another bag, damn I feel like Robert Tonyan 20 ps down that interstate I'm serving in that tundra Turn nothing to something everyday I got a new flow like the money Went and got my muscle up, they mad, can't stop the kid from hustlin Tell the truth, they know who got the city bussin Yeah my mama know I'm pressure she like baby, but you gotta stop that cussin Broke her some cheese she like f*ck it, ran them digits like I'm thugga Crazy rhymes, but don't you think that I'm no buster It's all about a dollar It's all about a bag You gotta lead, you cannot follow Gotta get up off your ass I lay down for my nigga, I pick up where he fall Man gelato got a ball call us beal and john wall Got no time to relax I don't know, please don't ask Getting dough gettin' money, since a younging that's a fact Lord forgive me for my sins free my dawg out that max Knew them niggas been hatin so I pull up in that Lac Old school, play her vibes, walk in she can't deny Thigh pads all on my fit stick and move gotta stay legit Stick and move gotta stay legit This that marble floors gold chandelier shit Real boss shit It's all about a dollar It's all about a bag You gotta lead, you cannot follow Gotta get up off your ass This shit ain't easy just go hard though Your season all up in your bag This for the time we never had This for the time we never had This for the times we never had Cmon cmon cmon