Money Callin

I can't sleep cause I hear the money calling
They can hate, but they can't stop me from balling

Money on the flo' I'm on my way to pick it up
They say a package just came I'm finna pick it up
I done been down long enough I'm tryna live it up
I done Been down on my luck I'm tryna get it up
Nigga All I know is buy some work and slip the shit
Or buy some pills and find a rat bitch to send them with
You can't trust niggas Learn Who u dealing with
Sometimes it be the same nigga that u living with
I can't worry about a bitch who worry bout my homies
I'm tryna make a couple flips and go for the rollie
Middle fingers to my haters tell them bitches blow me
It's Team Eastside bitch and we the one and only
Let's get it

I can't sleep cause I hear the money calling
They can hate, but they can't stop me from balling
I can't stay, 'cause I hear the money calling
Ain't no brakes no cause y'all gotta get to this money

R.I.P Floyd Let's get it nigga ayy
Its fucked up I lost my mans just the other day
I was just talking to my mans just the other day
I wish I coulda tell my mans go the other way
And watch these phony ass niggas cause they love to hate
I'm getting money I can't let these niggas slow me down
Get locked up your own fam won't even hold you down
It be them niggas in the crib with you blowing loud
You down far make this jealous ass niggas proud
That's why I grind and stack some cheese for a rainy day
And drink a whole lotta lean and sleep the pain away
I did a lotta bullshit I ain't ashamed to say
It's everybody for they self in this game we play

I can't sleep cause I hear the money calling
They can hate, but they can't stop me from balling
I can't stay, 'cause I hear the money calling
Ain't no brakes no cause y'all gotta get to this money

Bag life nigga Team Eastside
Granny beg me to stay in school don't get suspend
I ain't had time for that shit I'm tryna get suspenders
Looking back now I wish I coulda did it different
But I remember nights that I ain't had shit for dinner
I gotta get it cause my son can't ever have enough
Even tho my son momma hate his daddy's guts
I can count but a lotta shit ain't adding up
You hate me cause I moved on but shit I had enough
I'm paranoid a lotta nights it be hard to sleep
Just thinking bout the nights when it was hard to eat
That's why I drink and get high till I could hardly see
'Cause when u really love the streets it be hard to leave, I swear...

I can't sleep cause I hear the money calling
They can hate, but they can't stop me from balling
I can't stay, 'cause I hear the money calling
Ain't no brakes no cause y'all gotta get to this money