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247 I've been working overtime
And I got nothing to show for it
Still I had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

247 I've been working overtime

Cause we got all that gas creating all the flames
Joke turned legend, the next Chris Evans
Perfectionist making my money all in sevens
Instrumental god, I

24/7 getting money is a habit
My nigga this a turtle race and you is just a rabbit
I'm clocking in dollars every day of the week
A new whip, Boy I

for Motherfuckers 
Surrounded by leaches and bloodsuckers
Get it out the mud until I drown in sweat and blood 
Put my heart up in the game this the only

Sittin by Clearwater, crib by Clearwater, let's go
By the Clearwater where I reside, By the beach with a bitch getting high
And we both know it's

on an instrumental
I ain't a genital, I'm a giant like Andre
Splash a pineapple with a whole glass of Bombay

I'm in the game, pushing through the streets
Ain't no

me in the zone
Look how far we done gone
dodging all the hate that was thrown huh
Pain in my mental, I spill it on every instrumental (Yeah)
Fact that

I was haunted by them thoughts
Can't talk can't sleep
We was only kids fighting demons
This pain deep
Hoping I ain't have the same fate
Initials

You ain't got no money in yo table nigga
Then it ain't no bitches in yo stable bruh
You ain't got no wins in yo column
So you selling cain cause you

pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so

(Ay, gang)
Fuck that bitch I’m just fucking with her friend
And we do this shit again
Now it’s getting out of hand
I got plans
Watch the money gonna

almost caught a case
Divine intervention, my God made a way
Evil in mind but love in my soul
Don't blame me my heart got cold
Surrounded by these sharks in

no Dey make any sense 
Sooner or later I go pull up in the Benz 
You hand go fall but I know you go vex 
Hustle every day we all fight for the money

sentimental 
Making more then they could ever wish to 
Off these instrumentals

Flow just like a pistol 
Trigger finger know a opp gone feel you
Building brick

don't feel u 
I aint sentimental 
Making more then they could ever wish to 
Off these instrumentals

Flow just like a pistol 
Trigger finger know a opp

Bridge: (SmokieDolla)
I waited patiently for every single table to turn/The name SmokieDolla that means money to burn/So much had to happen for me

I came out the basement
Flyer than all of you niggaz, now I'm in a spaceship
Can't wait to get to the money bitch I've got no patience
Since 20/20

to make them stacks
Aye Aye
Till we get that bag
Till we get that bag
Aye ball out nigga we dey roll with it
Grind for the money anything goes innit
We

And the fly mayors
Real deal money makers
Open up my blinds and get my shit off the floor
Hold up wait I think I hear somebody at the door
Da da da da da da da

through them dey mental
Rewind selecta
Shake your bum bum to me bad instrumental

Extra ballin for you extra
Extra loving for you extra
Extra money for you

Not trying to prove nothing
Money and girls everywhere it's hard to choose one
Every time I turn my back it's another fake one
This money ain't gon'

used to go three for ten
Dope fiend rentals was instrumental to the corners we bend
Before i was a gogetta we used to rep obn
Murrway made niggas with

And they both playin' chow-chow
Get the money, bagged it up
Then I spent it back
Like, I work on my wrist like a acrobat
Rather frost
But you better not

ain't tryna' waste time
Time is money
So you know you cannot waste mine
Backdoor locked lil' nigga
You can't take mine
Try to take mine
Imma hit em' with