A-Reece feat. Wordz & Ecco & IMP THA DON - A Hunnid & Fitty paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson A Hunnid & Fitty - A-Reece feat. Wordz & Ecco & IMP THA DON



Still in the mix young nigga be balling
Know I'm the shit I do say it often
Till I'm off a hundred and fifty, you get me
Ok dress good, smoke right, run the money up
You know what they say, too much of it isnever enough
Squad lit, look at y'all, y'all ain't cool enough
Say you boss, I dont' know that ain't true enough
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
And I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, I got my foot up on their neck
I demand respect
I demand that cheque, that's just how it is
Baller alert, baller alert
All of this shit I get I deserve
I know you hurt, 'cause you hit it first
Now she fuck with me thinking she might get a purse
Don't take it personal, what is she 'posed to do, I mean
That hoe follow me back 'cause I follow my purpose
Now you got curved take it as learning
No compromising 'cause I know my worth
Thumbing it, thumbing it, thumbing it, thumbing the paper
Until I pass out, then waking up at two like damn I gotta recount it
My baby calling my phone but I got it on silent, yeah
Baby I gotta go get 'em, I got us I promise
My whole life I waited, nigga this rap shit saved me
I'm trynna get rich like baby
Yeah, I'm on some fuck you pay me
Dress good, smoke right, run the money up
You know what they say, too much of it is never enough
Squad lit, look at y'all, y'all ain't cool enough
Say you boss I don't know that ain't true enough
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
And I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, got my foot up on their neck
I demand respect
I demand that cheque, that's just how it is
Don't worry I got 'em, I came from the bottom
Demanding respect and I'm taking your dollars, yeah
But I just came for the dollas, and I can't get it without ya
So sick and tired of vultures, niggas ain't in it for culture
They asking what's in it for me, but really I'm in it for me
So I can feed the family and be a better me
I don't need a salary I just need a thousand beats
So high up that I don't feel the gravity, in they mouth like cavities
There's a reason, it's our season, can't you tell we got the streets
(We the motherfucking goverment)
Got it on lock tho your shawty got lock jaw (yeah, I'm loving it)
I came in flow brazy, I don't rockfuggazi
Yeah, I, kick push lupe
Lane switch, couple
Switch it up, bruce wayne
Kill the game, no brain
Dress good, smoke right, run the money up
You know what they say, too much of it is never enough
Squad lit, look at y'all, y'all ain't cool enough
Say you boss, I dont' know that ain't true enough
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
And I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, got my foot up on their neck
I demand respect
I demand that cheque, that's just how it is
Baller alert, baller alert
Ain't got a job so she work on my nerves, yeah
Sipping on syrup, she was a nurse
Got in my house and she ask what I earn, yeah
Rocking that soda, she rocking my pole, yeah
Used to be broke, but not anymore, yeah
Smoking my dope I dont' fuck with the law, yeah
Wanna go home, don't wanna see court, yeah
That's some more with all of my niggas and all of us go
They had their thing but we have it now and they know
They had the lit now she wanna lick on the boy, yeah
My niggas deep, we do not rest on you boys, yeah
My whole life I waited, nigga this rap shit saved me
Yeah, I'm trynna get rich like baby
I'm on that fuck you pay me
Dress good, smoke right, run the money up
You know what they say, too much of it is never enough
Squad lit, look at y'all, y'all ain't cool enough
Say you boss, I dont' know that ain't true enough
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
And I, I don't mean to stunt I don't mean to flex
But I work too hard and that's just how it gets
I, got my foot up on their neck
I demand respect
I demand that cheque that's just how it is



Writer(s): A-reece


A-Reece feat. Wordz & Ecco & IMP THA DON - L3 (Long Lost Letters)
Album L3 (Long Lost Letters)
date de sortie
15-06-2018




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