Artist: Lil' Keke f/ Killa Kyleon Album: Money Don't Sleep Song: All This Cash on Me Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Yeah, tell them niggaz ok Quality street music on deck, revolutionary anthem This is the captain, Kill Bill in the building Every hood nigga stand up to this one [Killa Kyleon] We hustle to survive, do whatever just to eat So fuck a nine to five, we gon' get it out the street Thank God for the grind, cause it put me on feet I'm a fool in the kitchen, I'm a mo'fucking beast I'm in the hot twenty, so my prices ain't steep That mean I get it cheap, competition can't compete Thank God for the hustle, thank God for the hustle Thank God for the hustle, thank God for the hustle [Killa Kyleon] We hustle in any weather nigga, rain snow or sleet Spring Winter Fall, summer time in the heat Up and down I-10, like I'm hot shotting With the all working corn, but it's not popping Throw it in the microwave, like a hot pocket That overwhelming sense, that's what I got locking Make the form hit the glass, like I'm shot blocking Mutombo work my wrist, that's how I got watches Presidential rolley, and my bezel sick That nina caught a cold, there's levels to this shit So I call it Meek Milly, bitch I'm going in Game 7 I'm Lebron, bitch I play to win I make Dwight Harden, I'm a Houston Rocket And you can ask them out of towner's nigga, Houston got it Leaning on these niggaz, till I fall asleep At Papa Deauxxx, time to order bitch I gotta eat hey let's go [Chorus] I came here, to set the streets on fire I won't stop, until my whole block hot I, I got all this cash on me (on me) I got all this cash on me They told me get it non stop, go to my block If I see it and I want it, I get it that's how I rock Hey, I got all this cash on me (on me) I got all this cash on me [Lil' Keke] Hey hit it out the park, top of the ball game All you niggaz hating, I'm glad that y'all came Did it for the streets, never for myself Don Ke motherfucker, the swag is some'ing else The top still near, the block still here Hardheads on the rise, yeah the block still here S.U.C. captain, repping for that family Haters got sent back down, they can't stand it Seven 13 the dream, it's no phony Step in here with thirty bands on me, hungry I'm so H-Town, that I love to ball I keep a lot of cash on me, ready to spend it all Hustle non stop, do this for my city And I won't stop, until my whole block get it Yeah, I got all this cash on me Yeah, I still grind just like a G [Chorus]