[Pre-Hook:] 24 hours, nigga, 7 days a week Me, I don't get tired I let you other niggas sleep Turn up for that check And yeah I get it out the streets Hustle like I'm starving Going hard, I gotta eat
[Hook x2:] I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah) I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch how I break my wrist Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip I'm all about my chips
[Verse 1:] Turn up in 2 seconds Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching Across the street under a bando And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy) On the scale, but I call her the ruler And that's what I'm using my method to measure Got her jumping up out of the party My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property I meant to say my clientickity Numbers official retickity Out the mud, nobody did shit for me Arrogant often I'm bigity All about money, like what done got into me Breaking down bricks and we blowing good [grigity?] Say you ain't feeling me, outta try killing me Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me My baby mothers are sick of me I put that dick on 'em Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch I've been chasing my paper religiously I'm really in the street, others pretend to be Let me get off of my grind then [?] No one repeatedly coming and getting me out the mud I'm the epitome
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[Verse 2:] Money coming, my money gotta flip it I ain't waiting on nobody, I'm a go get it I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em Trap with my heart and I'm serving out the window Barely balled up, with a curtain on the window Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood Had to leave the dice game, got a bond out [?] Sunday coming up, pull the cars out Look, another 20 grand, but my girl called me Put bail, what the hell got all y'all shook Poo hit the line in the drop Plug went dry, had to take another route Pulling up, getting it I done went sickening Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (vouch) Another 4K just stuffed in the couch Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that Anybody try me, I'm a put 'em in a body bag Follow that, copy that Pounds in the garbage bag Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after driving that Call 'em back [x2] Chill, no falling back Quicker than I got it, then I done ran out of that [?] harder than bitch, they gon want all of that
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[Hook (x2)]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
