Order of Operations

Wake up, fresh
 Crease, jeans
 Get to the fucking money
 Roll up, smoke
 Pour up, drink
 Right back to the money
 Pull up, stunt
 Turn up, leave
 More motherfucking money
 Go hard, go home
 Wake up, repeat
 Order of operations
 Order of operations
 So what if I told ya that I was a cold soldier
 That give 'em the cold shoulder
 These hoes been getting over on these niggas like Olympic hurdle jumpers
 They trying to get that Gold
 Portfolios diverse, this type of paper just don't fold
 Or get throwed in the booty club flexing
 With hootie hoo them hoes and have them glued to the section (HOOTIE-HOO)
 Ain't nothing new, that's just us oozing perfection
 Been stacking up, clipping this paper like Mary Lou Retton
 While nigga be stressing
 About this money, I retire my dear mama
 Been fucking up some commas way before I could buy a bottle of liquor
 Looking like the lotto my nigga, but we don't flash it
 I balled throughout my twenties, by thirty, see I was stashing
 Yeah
 First hundred-thousand, I bought a Lexus
 First million, I was twenty, I learned my lesson
 I bought some land
 Operation Grind and Stack
 Wake up, fresh
 Crease, jeans
 Get to the fucking money
 Roll up, smoke
 Pour up, drink
 Right back to the money
 Pull up, stunt
 Turn up, leave
 More motherfucking money
 Go hard, go home
 Wake up, repeat
 Order of operations
 (Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack)
 Order of operations
 (Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack, just Grind and Stack, Grind and Stack)
 I took advantage of my shot and now it's raining
 Bucket just like Mo Williams, fuck your cancer vaccinations
 Plantation mentality making a laughable salary
 That'll never be me but that's you in actual reality, uh
 I'm King Cole like Natalie and her daddy be
 My thing swole, pole dancers, shit, they be adding me
 On IG, they gon' DM
 We gon' act like we don't see them
 They just follow us, follow me, follow us, nobody's leading
 But everybody eating, or acting like they full
 I'm blessed and highly favored, learned the game when I was lil'
 I guess it's time to stake my claim and conquer every hood
 Help my partners get this number too by sponsoring the joog
 Yeah
 If I eat, everybody eat; that's just how it go, day one
 Dungeon Family first generation... still here
 Wake up, fresh
 Crease, jeans
 Get to the fucking money
 Roll up, smoke
 Pour up, drink
 Right back to the money
 Pull up, stunt
 Turn up, leave
 More motherfucking money
 Go hard, go home
 Wake up, repeat
 Order of operations
 Order of operations
 Order of operations