ATTITUDE - 1st Things 1st lyrics

rate me

I'm going to be paper chasing till the day I die

Strictly concentrating on making my money multiply

People be faking I aint waiting I want it now motherfucker

Everyday I'm making paper, and what I got I'm trying to double

Repeat the process till I bubble, keep it low stay out of trouble

And if your conversation ain't bout money nigga fuck it

And all my life i've been a G, my momma raised me in the slums

Hell I was packing guns when other kids my age was having fun

Stacking funds, trying to get this money any way it comes

All night I'm on the block grind till I see the sun shine hard on them playas

Smoking 'dro dodging one time, show niggas I'm serious bout my dough I gotta get mine

Can't trust these hoes cuz I know they out to get mine, niggas be prepared and shit

I'm trying to do it big time ????? be about your business nigga

1st things 1st when I wake up fire the grass up

Then I hit the block man I gotta get my cash up

1st things 1st fuck these hoes get your grind on

I'mma get my money right then I'mma get my shine on

1st things 1st when I wake up fire the grass up

Then I hit the block man I gotta get my cash up

1st things 1st fuck these hoes get your grind on

I'mma get my money right then I'mma get my shine on

1st things 1st

I wanna be able to buy my baby girl what she want

Get her all the thing's she need and some thing's that she dont

Man I'm trying to get my momma out this 2 bedroom apartment

Buy my niece and nephew clothes help my sister get her car fixed

And what's the use of having to hustle if your hustle dont prophet

Nigga you got 20 gold teeth and not a dime in your pocket

I'm a family man I got a wife so therefore

I'm at a point of my life where I got to prepare more

There's alot of money in these street's but you got to becareful

Know who your friend's are and what reason's they're there for

And you can think it's bout smoking swishers and chasing these hoes

You might go get you a lick but you ain't making no dough

In the code of the streets I trust man it's all that I know

If you further examine my life that's all that it show

If you going to do it dont bullshit bring it all to the door

And when your opportunity come's be ready to go

I can't worry 'bout what a motherfucker say

niggas part time grind man I hustle everyday

I done struggled in everyway strees to the county blues

caught a case and made the news

Kept my faith and played it cool it's save to say

I break the rules when ever I can get away with it

Put the work in the trunk and hit the interstate with it

Trying to get a piece of the pie a slice of cake with it

keep it real till I die I'm never coming fake with it

I don't know no other way man I was raised on the hill where your only 2 options was

Get paid or get killed I let em hang cuz I'm trill kept my mind on a mil

I done bullshited enough this time I'm for real