Lyrics Petey Pablo (feat. 5AM Mafia) - Hix

Yeah hmmmmmhmm
Yeah
Its stack or starve out this shit man
Yeah
We grindin' hard out this shit man
Yeah
Play our cards out this shit man
Yeah, 5AM forever
Yeah yeah
Came in this bitch with my shirt off, Yeah
His hands out well I work hard, Yeah
And my pops told me always work smarter, Yeah
Cop new whip ima swerve off like vroom
And I'm so high I can see tomorrow, yeah
And I'm fly as hell feel like Petey Pablo, yeah
Like I own a club we gone set the bar up, yeah
Gotta earn some credit if you want borrow, yeah
And I'm bank ready when I'm riding around yo city
And I ain't dolo all of my wod's still with me
Went from poor, broke worked our mojo now we living'
Hundreds and fifties, run up them digits

Born with ambition, I gotta get it
Ball with no limits, give me my minutes
Handle my business, uping my ticket
Im in the gym, working on visions
Went out on a limb, my lights was dim
I had to swim, shit can get wicked
5AM committee
Making our L's look pretty

See what I'm saying like man
Niggas look at shit like
Like this shit, like this shit easy or something like
Like like going out to get this shit easy
When niggas really going to get this shit
Know what I'm sayin'?

We came from nothin'
Stack the blues and stay humble
Count it all on our own
Stacked it up on our own
Count it up to the moon
Smoking Baghdad with the shrooms
I'm balling I feel like a laker
We came for that mf paper
Gotta count up the racks and stay focused
Gotta count up the racks and stay focused
Im smoking on mf potion
Gotta watch for the mf vultures
Who the fuck let us in?
We in it to win
We the plug to the socket
Taking off like a mf rocket
Who the fuck gone stop it?

Yeah we got them racks coming every way
I really came from the pavement
Been draped in the latest
Can buy Vlone everyday
Tuck me some money to keep it 100
Still stash me some checks for a rainy day
Hop out the coupe and I'm fly as a eagle
I know she can tell that I'm getting paid
If I ain't in the booth then I'm flipping the pack
Me and the money got way too attatched
Give me some profit I'm tripling that
Got 3 cellphones you can get you a sack
She want the world can't live up to that
Started from crumbs we came up from scratch
Cramping my thumbs from countin' them racks
We really having no capping that shit is a fact
Gotta toast up to more life we getting to it
Ain't gone tell no lies you name it we been through it
Cash and fashion since a youngin' we influence
Its gone take some time but you just can't ignore it

Came in this bitch with my shirt off, Yeah
His hands out well I work hard, Yeah
And my pops told me always work smarter, Yeah
Cop new whip ima swerve off like vroom
And I'm so high I can see tomorrow, yeah
And I'm fly as hell feel like Petey Pablo, yeah
Like I own a club we gone set the bar up, yeah
Gotta earn some credit if you want borrow, yeah
And I'm bank ready when I'm riding around yo city
And I ain't dolo all of my wod's still with me
Went from poor, broke worked our mojo now we living'
Hundreds and fifties, run up them digits