[Intro] Xavier White
Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!!!
[Hook: Xavier White]
God damn,
One time for the big homie
One time for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind
Screaming money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know
Need a fucking extra hour
Cuz a nigga Tryina blow like
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Yeah!!!!
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like...
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight
Yeah… Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
baby!!!
Big Face, Luciano...
Yeah... Give me a god damn hour lord yeah!!!
[Verse 1: Big Face Luciano]
Money on my mind
Dreaming what the creme about!
On my grind like 9 to 5
Homie I ain't clocking out
Buzz getting bigger tho
Watch me grow bean sprout
Got these lames, out my lane
Started me a G route
On the road to riches
Jumpin Ditches, it's a mean drought
Flip digits acrobatic, boss route,
I can feel it in the clouds, Looch getting closer now
Pow, bust it down
Bow down, here's the king
Bada Bing!
Listen to the speakers jump
Watch my speakers thump
So heavy in the streets
All you rappers weak as fuck
Blow past ya schmucks
My bitch badder, Pockets Phatter!!!
Big Face, it's in us we trust, uggh!!!
You know the motto,
Snap my fingers swallow
Wind blow like Chicago
Money I won the lotto
King tut just like the Pharoah
Today is now tomorrow
Twenty five eight,
Yes, it is the motto!!!
[Hook 2: Xavier White]
God damn,
One time for the big homie
One time for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like
Money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know
Need a fucking extra hour
Cuz a nigga Tryina blow like...
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Yeah…
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Yeah, give me a god damn hour lord, yeah...
[Verse 2: Big Face Luciano]
Manifest my destiny
Call me Mr. Kennedy
Certainly my melody
Got you saying grace to me
Sippin on the herbal tea
Looking at the thrown's vacancy
All I see is Ecstasy, while I'm counting all this, currency!
Pleasantly my specialty!
Guarantee my embassy in Tennessee or Germany!
The weaponry the enemy, the recipe the enemy
Suffer this pain, yes, through this penalty!
The picture vivid
The picture livid
The vision gifted
Feel the vision
know the mission is chasing chicken!
Road to riches
Jumpin ditches, flippin digits
We fourth and inches,
Building bridges to go the distance!
In an instant, competition need assistance
Belichick strategic!
Hip hop game anemic, my sound the sound of Jesus
Too profound the Pope don't believe this!
[Bridge: Xavier White]
I be grinding all day
I be hustling all night
From sun set, to sun rise!
Motivation is the money
Competition is on my mind
All the time...
It's all mine
Now tell me why do you
Deserve it,
deserve it more than me...
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
[Hook 3: Xavier White]
God damn,
One time for the big homie
One time for the big homie
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like
Money ain't thang
Gotta let a nigga know
Need a fucking extra hour
Cuz a nigga tryina blow like
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Yeah...
One time for the boss nigga always on his grind screaming like....
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Yeah...
Give me a god damn hour lord... Yeah!!!
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight,
Twenty five eight, baby...
Yeah...
Give me a god damn hour lord, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yea, yea…

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