Bridge
You can love me, you can hate me‚ you can't stop my shine
I told my niggas get that paper‚ only way to make it out that bind
I told my niggas (ugh)
Getting money‚ talking figures, counting Franklins, getting riches
All the real ones know what this is‚ this is money over bitches
Do the laundry, scrub the dishes, all my friends got work convictions
Now I live by one condition‚ gotta get out this position
Don't do this for recognition, bitch been real the definition
Be a boss don't need permission this is just an exhibition
Cannot fathom what they facing, enemies to apparitions
Im a be the legislation hustle fuck yo' reparations
Eating greedy stuffing faces in the basement insulation
Hater come and try to take it couple more in the foundation
Couple straps and plus i'm waitin' never let 'em strip me naked
No I am not a gangsta guilty by affiliation hoe (yeah)
Hook
Hater (yeah)
We get money they can't stop us we too hungry
Them bitches hate us (yeah)
Because we living lovely yelling only God can judge me (ugh)
Chorus
Eastside (yeah)
For life (ay)
We rep (huh)
Till death (gone)
4 fifth (what)
Cocked back (blow)
'til ain't (who)
Shit left (wow)
O-H (H)
I-O (O)
My hood (hood)
My set (set)
Keep it (what)
On me (why)
Protect my wealth
Verse
Life ain't never easy, praying for leeway
What you know about riding dirty on the freeway
Police pull behind me you would think it was a speed race
Evade then I DJ, run it back on reply
Hustlin' in my DNA pass it like a relay
Touch down then I distribute it eastside where the G's stay
Tired of dodging 12, snitches, task force, and the DEA
Hater try to squeeze me, I blow down right where he lay
What you know bout the money, getting dough, alimony
Married to it, matrimony yeah
So inventive put a patent on me trying to dodge all the acrimony
Nigga super saucy yeah it's satin on me got the lil' homie wit' the Gatling on him you can tell I'm eating' cause it's fattening on me
Hook
Hater (yeah)
We get money they can't stop us we too hungry
Them bitches hate us (yeah)
Because we living lovely yelling only God can judge me (ugh)
Bridge 2
You can love me, you can hate me, you can't stop my shine
I told my niggas get that money, counting paper's always on my mind
I told my niggas (ugh)
Verse
Getting' moolah counting riches stacking bank and (ah) getting bigger
No this ain't for television never stunting for these bitches
Trying to touch a couple million take so much more than ambition
Im a show you how to get it all you gotta do is listen
First you hop in, get behind the wheel, the key in thee ignition and be willing to do more than anyone next to you wishing
Everything else is obscuring just be focused on the vision it's persistence and endurance moolah is the new religion
Beat the block into submission if your kitchen water whipping'
If you work a nine to five then get that overtime and flip it
Be sure not to lose it see your situation improving income tax them W-2's hit bitch this motivation music yeah (yeah)
Hook
Hater (yeah)
We get money they can't stop us we too hungry
Them bitches hate us (yeah)
Because we living lovely yelling only God can judge me (ugh)
Chorus 2
Eastside (yeah)
For life (ay)
We rep (huh)
Till death (gone)
4 fifth (what)
Cocked back (blow)
'til ain't (who)
Shit left (wow)
O-H (H)
I-O (O)
My hood (hood)
My set (set)
It ain't (what)
Moolah (huh)
Don't waste your breath (nah)
Eastside niggas rule the world you know that (know that shit)
You can love me, you can hate me‚ you can't stop my shine
I told my niggas get that paper‚ only way to make it out that bind
I told my niggas (ugh)
Getting money‚ talking figures, counting Franklins, getting riches
All the real ones know what this is‚ this is money over bitches
Do the laundry, scrub the dishes, all my friends got work convictions
Now I live by one condition‚ gotta get out this position
Don't do this for recognition, bitch been real the definition
Be a boss don't need permission this is just an exhibition
Cannot fathom what they facing, enemies to apparitions
Im a be the legislation hustle fuck yo' reparations
Eating greedy stuffing faces in the basement insulation
Hater come and try to take it couple more in the foundation
Couple straps and plus i'm waitin' never let 'em strip me naked
No I am not a gangsta guilty by affiliation hoe (yeah)
Hook
Hater (yeah)
We get money they can't stop us we too hungry
Them bitches hate us (yeah)
Because we living lovely yelling only God can judge me (ugh)
Chorus
Eastside (yeah)
For life (ay)
We rep (huh)
Till death (gone)
4 fifth (what)
Cocked back (blow)
'til ain't (who)
Shit left (wow)
O-H (H)
I-O (O)
My hood (hood)
My set (set)
Keep it (what)
On me (why)
Protect my wealth
Verse
Life ain't never easy, praying for leeway
What you know about riding dirty on the freeway
Police pull behind me you would think it was a speed race
Evade then I DJ, run it back on reply
Hustlin' in my DNA pass it like a relay
Touch down then I distribute it eastside where the G's stay
Tired of dodging 12, snitches, task force, and the DEA
Hater try to squeeze me, I blow down right where he lay
What you know bout the money, getting dough, alimony
Married to it, matrimony yeah
So inventive put a patent on me trying to dodge all the acrimony
Nigga super saucy yeah it's satin on me got the lil' homie wit' the Gatling on him you can tell I'm eating' cause it's fattening on me
Hook
Hater (yeah)
We get money they can't stop us we too hungry
Them bitches hate us (yeah)
Because we living lovely yelling only God can judge me (ugh)
Bridge 2
You can love me, you can hate me, you can't stop my shine
I told my niggas get that money, counting paper's always on my mind
I told my niggas (ugh)
Verse
Getting' moolah counting riches stacking bank and (ah) getting bigger
No this ain't for television never stunting for these bitches
Trying to touch a couple million take so much more than ambition
Im a show you how to get it all you gotta do is listen
First you hop in, get behind the wheel, the key in thee ignition and be willing to do more than anyone next to you wishing
Everything else is obscuring just be focused on the vision it's persistence and endurance moolah is the new religion
Beat the block into submission if your kitchen water whipping'
If you work a nine to five then get that overtime and flip it
Be sure not to lose it see your situation improving income tax them W-2's hit bitch this motivation music yeah (yeah)
Hook
Hater (yeah)
We get money they can't stop us we too hungry
Them bitches hate us (yeah)
Because we living lovely yelling only God can judge me (ugh)
Chorus 2
Eastside (yeah)
For life (ay)
We rep (huh)
Till death (gone)
4 fifth (what)
Cocked back (blow)
'til ain't (who)
Shit left (wow)
O-H (H)
I-O (O)
My hood (hood)
My set (set)
It ain't (what)
Moolah (huh)
Don't waste your breath (nah)
Eastside niggas rule the world you know that (know that shit)
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