Outro

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna get my money, I've been grindin' way too long, yeah
Woo, yeah
Tryna get my money right, oh, I'ma get my money right
I'ma get my money right, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shun On Da Beat)

I've been on my hustle for a minute in them
Trenches gettin' it on, on, on, on, on, on, on
All them nights that I was grindin', tryna stack it up and
Make my money long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
The plug callin' me, the law's tappin' my phone
Phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
Said she on her way, she told me I already
Had that rubber on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on

Lou Diamond, yeah, Lou Diamond, yeah, huh
I been runnin' circles 'round niggas on purple pound flippers
Straight purple pint sipper with a forty round clipper
Ready bust you down, nigga, either buckle down, nigga
Move the fuck around, niggas, we don't fuck around, nigga
Seventeen years I been out here in these trenches
'Bout my business, on they ass like a fitted
Mixin' hash with the sticky, never slippin', movin' packs by the fifty
Keep it poppin', baby, in and out the city
Ayy, ain't too much that I ain't did, partner
Grew up in the city, the spot by the choppers
Where niggas work off they shift just like doctors
And bad bitches walkin' around this bitch topless
Ho niggas hate, but that shit don't stop us
Bitch, I'm 'bout dollars, fuck you and your problems
Big four-fifth tucked off in my joggers
Deep off in these streets, you must move with caution (Damn)
Right hand man broke the code on me
He my motherfuckin' plug, nigga told on me
Motherfuckin' homeboys goin' to court on me
And these the same motherfuckers put the load on me
That's that ho shit, but I can't help it
I just do me and that's key shit, G
This that Lou D and that boy Mo3
Pendin' OT, bitch, I'm gone

I've been on my hustle for a minute in them
Trenches gettin' it on, on, on, on, on, on, on
All them nights that I was grindin', tryna stack it up and
Make my money long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
The plug callin' me, the law's tappin' my phone
Phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
Said she on her way, she told me I already
Had that rubber on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on

Yeah, Mo-motherfuckin'-3, nigga, you understand that?
Look, tellin' ain't no tellin' on this corner
Won't tell on my homie, I'd rather do life in the state
And won't tell on my brother, I love him, we good
On the life of my mother must I take the case
Don't lookin' over my shoulder, these niggas itchin' for the fetty
And I'm ready to get 'em, I got a hundred on the K
I'm lurkin', lookin' through windows, I'm finna split 'em
Go and pick 'em up, body part dumped in the lake by them snitches
I feel I gotta go, they knockin' me
Schemin', cock-blockin', hoes watchin' three
Holy boy, bitch, I'm the prophecy
I'm the man out in Afghanistan
Shout out to Lucci, I grew up across the street
Dick on that Uzi, the block I remember
Hot boy strapped with a Glock, rocks stuffed in my denim
I told 'em I got it, I'm hot, I'm the winner
They told me I'm not, so I turned up and killed 'em
This for my young niggas who slung on a dig
Beat the block up, we buildin'
Sellin' dope by the bill, I trapped out my mama house
Trapped in my mama couch
Look how we livin', ho, we gotta get it
Pinned me for ways, I didn't take no convictions
The Lord is my witness, my lawyer square business
I was seventeen sittin' in prison
Got out and got it, look, I really did it, yeah

I've been on my hustle for a minute in them
Trenches gettin' it on, on, on, on, on, on, on
All them nights that I was grindin', tryna stack it up and
Make my money long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long
The plug callin' me, the law's tappin' my phone
Phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone
Said she on her way, she told me I already
Had that rubber on, on, on, on, on, on, on, on

You already know what it is, nigga
Lou Diamond, my nigga Mo3, man
Shit, it's a lot of fake shit floatin' out here, lil' homie, man
Don't condone none of that shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga, you got this shit, nigga
Ain't nobody fuckin' with you
I vouch for that, nigga, ain't nobody fuckin' with him
It is what it is, yeah, yeah
And when I'm sittin' down, nigga, I'ma smile
Knowin' that my lil' nigga out here eatin'
Up the world, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
God first, grind second, homie