F-DUB

I got my head to the sky My feet on the ground Middle fingers if they judge Cause the money gone move Tell em' naw, they can't break me Nah, they can't break me We gon' live, we gon' die by our rules Screaming money ain't a thang (We ain't had enough) See em' hating on the team (They ain't had enough) Trying to go against the gang (They ain't had enough) Top-down, blow a cloud with my niggas It's F-DUB muthafucka whoa Uh, Turn me up another decimal Yes, I let me fix my tie So professional I told em' when it's on, then it's on I ain't letting go One can only hope that they prepared They ain't ready though Nah, we gotta give them something heavy though Flood it in their mind And make em' feel like the levee broke I hear their heart beating through their chest No stethoscope You know just who we are You can see a star Without a telescope Now if you could stretch you can feel your reach Some wise words, only kings would understand it's speech Pardon my swag I am not a local International just here for now, but you can call me global If I only had a dollar and a dream I would take that same dollar And invest it in my dream Hold it down for my family And get money with my team Riding to that hustler music Tell em' This is what I mean, I got my I got my head to the sky My feet on the ground Middle fingers if they judge Cause the money gone move Tell em' naw, they can't break me Nah, they can't break me We gon' live, we gon' die by our rules Screaming money ain't a thang (We ain't had enough) See em' hating on the team (They ain't had enough) Trying to go against the gang (They ain't had enough) Top-down, blow a cloud with my niggas it's F-DUB muthafucka whoa Yea, Uh They brought em' back I just came to check ya And don't be fooled by my presence Cause it ain't disrespectful Just hustle hard and motivate And you can be successful And if they step to your hold your ground And make them don't forget you Cause there's a lot of dollars to be made There's gonna be some niggas Hating every dollar you get paid You just focus on your paper Show love and spread the change Don't be worried bout no haters, just sit back and do your thang Now if you can climb You can reach the top Some wise words from a Queen Who told me never stop Watch those shadows and who approach you Just because the media be present, doesn't mean be social If I could grant a wish without a genie I would wish em' all well Make em' madder when they see me With both middle fingers up Encourage those that want to be me Riding to that hustler music Tell em' they could never see me got my I got my head to the sky My feet on the ground Middle fingers if they judge Cause the money gone move Tell em' naw, they can't break me Nah, they can't break me We gon' live, we gon' die by our rules Screaming money ain't a thang (We ain't had enough) See em' hating on the team (They ain't had enough) Trying to go against the gang (They ain't had enough) Top-down, blow a cloud with my niggas it's F-DUB muthafucka whoa