24/7 ft. 2EZ Lyrics

Yo I hustle all day just to rack up Countin' so much paper got these paper cuts

That bitch ain't gettin' shit if she actin' up

Racin' to the money tell them other niggas gas up

All about the Benjamins gettin' them dead presidents

Startin' my own management I'm my own business man

Grinding for that overtime so all my niggas over shine

If you cross that line my niggas shootin' clips like moving lines

Dollar after dollar till I see that first milli

Nigga fuck a crib tryna own my own building

I keep my shoes tight y'all will never catch me trippin

All my niggas go bananas ain't nobody gorilla

I hustle and ball hard like I'm Porzingis

Bitches call me Stingy never gave a middle finger

Catch me cruisin' on a paper trail everywhere you say you gettin' money sorry couldn't tell

Damn birthday party in my pockets where the cake at

All about that bread like where Betty Crocker stash at

Sumo wrestler gotta keep them pockets chunky can't be broke and happy

Gotta go and make the mad money lil' nigga

All day all night

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Get it right get it right get it get it right

All day all night

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Get it right get it right get it get it right

Dollar dollar dollar man I'm all about the comma

You don't want these fuckin' problems cause you know I got that llama

We don't do no drama tryna dodge that bitch karma

While I get it right tryin' not to slip at night

Grind till my wrist is bright try and rob me it's a pistol fight

These niggas sweet crystal light sentimental type

Light em up like candle lights crazy dude I'm Cable Guy

She give me dome I'm memorized business where my business tie

You can't lie I can see the hate all up in your eyes

You can not fuck with I have your ass immoralized

On point like a porcupine shawty take her spine

If you ever try to fuck with mine stop my grind or dull my shine god damn

I got a lot of shit up on my mind

A nigga need these fuckin' dollar signs

By any means make ends meet

Cause all my niggas gotta eat

All day all night

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Get it right get it right get it get it right

All day all night

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Twenty four seven gotta get it right

Get it right get it right get it get it right

I'm just tryna get that hundred thousand million billion

Money piled up to the ceiling

All I know is Ben Frank errday is pay day

Paid in full and your pockets on E like a gas tank

Never took a damn break ballin' like a fadeaway

All about the Mula and we never showin' up late

My team hungry where our damn plate

Paper chasin' like Westbrook on the fast break