Another Day, Another Dollar - Paul Wall

Another day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nKnow what I'm talkin' 'bout?\nAnother day, another dollar\nPaul Wall, baby\nAyy\n\nI'm smokin' on that fye that be too hard to find\nI'm higher than a mountain top; I'm too high to climb\nMindin' my beeswax, I'm in my own zone on my own\nJust me and my thoughts; I'm not alone\nCrawlin' in a Fleetwood Brougham through Acres Home\nInside eggshell, soft memory foam\nMind blown, cloud nine what I'm on\nThe same ones talkin' down tryna be my clone\nBig Moe and a styrofoam; I'm medicated\nThis for all the birthdays I never celebrated\nI'm underestimated right before I'm imitated\nI elevated my grind; I'm fully dedicated\nStarin' in the rear view, lookin' at the old me\nHappy is the only emotion I let control me\nMental fortitude very strong\nDoin' me; let me carry on\n\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\n\nI spent a hunnid on a whip; I'm 'bout to fuck it up\nDropped a bag on the wheels just to scuff 'em up\nA band for a fo'; I'm 'bout to muddy up\nWe used to stash 'em in a rusty ol' muddy truck\nThey hatin' on the low; I see 'em huddled up\nInstead, I focus on me; my grind double up\nPut on my big boy pants; I had to toughen up\nI'm on my scutch; I'm not into all the scuttlebutt\nI'm pullin' up quick then I'm out like three strikes\nI'm in a foot of paper if you wanna be precise\nTwenty-five eight; I'm gettin' scratch like flea bites\nI'm known to put in overtime under the streetlights\nI'm out late weeknights to grind, untouched\nGettin' bucks, unbothered by the outside fuss\nMy leaf got a crush; satellite is a must\nI'm doin' me times infinity plus\n\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\nAnother day, another dollar\n