Early lyrics

[Verse 1 ?]
I'm up early in the morning, for the sun break
Four phones slapping, ain't hard to make something shake
Couldn't sleep a quarter ticket, got the mattress out of shape
n*ggas keep calling, tryna spend, but they gotta wait
When you got them [?] numbers, generates a lotta hate
n*ggas know you eating, when you [?] up on paper plates
[?] touchdown, so I can get my [?]
[?] and I'm never late
Seen young n*ggas get they bag, get to going ham
[?] catching bullets like Jimmy [?]
I done seen it, but I ain't tryna be it
sh*t, I know [?] but I ain't tryna leave it
A mill by the month, [?] sware to god, I'll see it
Been [?] Dej Loaf
These lazy ass n*ggas lieing whеn [?]
I don't lick sh*t, but [?] glasses on the low
Tell mе
How could you sleep sound?
Knowing you was broke, when you layed your b*tch ass down
[?] you ain't never up, so your face frown
[?] hustle [?] where you at now?
I went to sleep [?] I woke up at six
I'm tripple beaming, 'cause [?] on some bullsh*t
You eating [?] them left overs
My plug trippin, I was icy when I came over
My first, my first bag was some [?]
Was [?] more than [?]
Then [?] got me, I had to follow suit
Speed balling, bags in, b*tch, it's part two
On the east at 8:30, eating hash browns
[?] chain, n*gga, right now
Waiting on [?] he want [?] couple [?]
f*ck the [?] got some cash [?]
[Chorus ?]
[?] now I'm up and on the grind
Time is money, n*gga, don't waste mine
If you [?] don't call my line
Early in the morning, up and on the grind
Time is money, n*gga, don't waste mine
If you [?] don't call my line

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I used to be in Mom's car, hustle like my daddy
Rock it up and chop it up, put it in a baggy
I'd rather flip a bird, see, I couldn't flip a patty
'Cause in my neighborhood, that was a nobody, sadly
Can you move this work? I told my white boy, gladly
Street n*gga, but a n*gga style so classy
Never been ashy, ain't come up, ho
See my pops had a hell a bag in 94
And I grew up and blew up, try to rob me, and get your f*cking face chewed up
Every day I'm tooed up, I seen a boss fall off, he turned into a hater
Instead of getting on his grind, [?] paper
I wake up early, and get my hustle on
Ain't in your body, you ain't got one hustle bone
See I go out and grind, n*gga, just to feed mine's
I waste [?] baby, I don't waste time

[Verse 3 ?]
Usually when the bag's in, I tell [?] back in
Back in 98, my cousin Jay had [?] in
I was only 10, he used to send me to the store
And toss a few hundreds just for sweeping up the floor
That's when I knew, dawg, I had to get this cheese
At 17, my n*gga G showed me my first 10 pees
Walked in the spot, and instantly, I smelled that sh*t
But the pack was all [?] I couldn't sell that sh*t
f*ck
Man, how I'm 'bout to get this chetter?
My n*gga tell me shoot [?] they buying whatever
So I jumped on 96, hit my lil college chick
Had me up [?] like I stayed in that b*tch
She was hitting high notes, I was serving [?]
Shooting [?] watching money pile
Now I'm thinking 'bout [?] maybe hit Ohio
Cause I know some Cleevlind n*ggas, copping by the highlow
n*gga

[Chorus ?]
[?] now I'm up and on the grind
Time is money, n*gga, don't waste mine
If you [?] don't call my line
Early in the morning, up and on the grind
Time is money, n*gga, don't waste mine
If you [?] don't call my line