Maino, Huey, Glasses Malone - 24/7 - 365 lyrics

(Gun shots) Let's go! The fuck it is, nigga
HITZ committee, ya dig?
This what the fuck we do, man
From Que Records, to CBENT to the 9-Factor
To mother fucking Trillion
Billion Dollar Beats this is what we do!

24
7-365 on my grind, cause I, I gotta get mine
I gotta get mine how you gon' do it, nigga?
(One) Hustle hard nigga (Two)
Stack paper (Three)
Cut the line nigga (Four) Watch haters
(One) Hustle hard nigga (Two) Stack paper, 24
7-365 on my grind

Since I grind
These niggas have lost they mind
Hating because I shine from
Family to all-kind that's 24
7, everyday of the year
Everyday I am here, I gon' make shit clear
Fuck you, fuck whoever got something to say
'Bout how I handle my business
I'm a do it my way i am young, I am smart
Never small with some heart
I can just taste my money
When I hit the airport you next to overseas
I can smell the palm trees
Guess I'm just a grasshopper
Attracted to all green
Now listen to Al Green to
Bring out the old days
Wishing OG's was still stuck
Into they old ways no snitches, no bitching
Getting digit's by the hour
Ignore the phrase, "More money more power"
As a Mama's boy I hate to see Mama cry
So 24 7 - 365 on my grind, know why?

(Listen) Now I'm a get it
I get it until my numbers call
So I'm just a name and a
Memory on my homie's wall
I be movin' O's
I'm tryna just build my dough up
Till I’m just a slab in the
Coroners with my toes up
Niggas deal with jealousy
Baby how can they hate on me
I'm a keep it thorough I'm not
Not a celebrity
I'm real like a Phoenix Sun
Feel like my day is coming
If I can just kill competition
Then all the fees will come
You can't stunt on I
The whole Summer's mine
(Hi Hater) Got the country waving hi and bye
Brooklyn to Saint Lou
Brooklyn we can't lose it's hustle hard
I'm a get it til' I can't move


It's the waterboy, we keep them bottles Jack
I tell them haters bye
Twist it hard and throttle back
What they talking
Dollas? We got a lot of that
Cash Money Million, now go and swallow that
Tricks make it rain, we don't carry ones
I'm from 7th Street
Now nigga where you from?
It's a gang thang, can't it money counters
All we do is slang
And pray on out-of-towners
Ask around, homie, we some chain-checkers
And we are not the same
So lame run yo' necklace
It's a new West, the whole game respect us
And fuck these old rappers
Since they won't accept us ask around, G
A clown we spit them breezy raps
And I would trade you nigga's
Life to bring Eazy back
Man, you niggas wack, you got to coach a dime
I'm 'bout to bring us back
Look like the coast is mine