-Phone Rings
Yo
Yo, fuck is you doin' you sleepin' nigga?
Nah, just got up
Come on we gotta go get this money
Aight bet
Aight meet you when I'm outside
Aight
Just tryna get my cash right
So I'm on the grind out here chasin' this dough
Chasin' this dough
Caught up in the fast life
My pockets are right but I'm just tryna get mo'
Just tryna get paid
With my freedom on the line
I know that I could do time
My conscience tellin' me no
But that money on my mind
All I see is dollar signs
And right now I gotta go
You can wait for opportunity or take it
Obey the law or you can break it
As long as you make it
I wasn't cool with small dough and livin' basic
So I'ma whip up this work and go and chase it
I wake up in the morning with one thing on my mind
Then get dressed, hit my work, or give a kiss to my mom
Leave my main phone and a couple thousand behind
In case I get in a jam and I need me a bond
Cause I ain't tryna sit up
And be locked in a cage doin' sit ups
Man that'll fuck my whole shit up
Don't care about no six pack
I'm tryna make six racks
This week I just took a L
I'm tryna get back
Remember leavin' town for a few to get big stacks
If the work clickin' again, I might quit rap
Tryna put my freedom over failure
Watch your rear view they might tell ya
Screw up they'll nail ya
Just tryna get my cash right
So I'm on the grind out here chasin' this dough
Chasin' this dough
Caught up in the fast life
My pockets are right but I'm just tryna get mo'
Just tryna get paid
With my freedom on the line
I know that I could do time
My conscience tellin' me no
But that money on my mind
All I see is dollar signs
And right now I gotta go
Go
I gotta go
Go
I'm busy chasin' this dough
Adidas track pants when I'm chasin' the paper
Out deliverin' pies like I work for a baker
Knowin' if I get knocked, a nigga makin' the paper
I just wanted to live, I'm tryna ball like a Laker
You can't find a nigga liver
Man I'm a rider
Yeah I'm in these streets and it's deep like a diver
Hustle got wider
Was a nine to fiver
But that ain't my destiny child, fuck a survivor
Had a job 'til I got laid off
But I was makin' more money on my days off
Posted up on the block hittin' J's off
I even did white collar like Madoff
Shit, I done made a couple G's off of poppin' Ben
Now I'm tryna make some M's off this fuckin' pen
Writin' raps
No more gettin' MACs
Get it how you live man I'm just speakin' facts
Just tryna get my cash right
So I'm on the grind out here chasin' this dough
Chasin' this dough
Caught up in the fast life
My pockets are right but I'm just tryna get mo'
Just tryna get paid
With my freedom on the line
I know that I could do time
My conscience tellin' me no
But that money on my mind
All I see is dollar signs
And right now I gotta go
Go
I gotta go
Go
I'm busy chasin' this dough