Lyrics Out The Hood - Fetty Wap

Mm-mm, yeah
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) ayy

I woke up, check my bank account
I know shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy, you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good"

I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt

I woke up, check my bank account
I know shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good"

I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (yeah, ayy, yeah baby)

I get money with some real niggas, that's why I keep my word
I don't really trust this rap shit, that's why I keep some bird
Got some youngins that gon' go for me, so I moved them to the bird
Dropped that work off on the 1st, spin back through the 23rd

I got so many believin' me, that's why I keep it goin'
I'm like, "Money don't just grow on trees", I gotta keep it flowin', bitch
I grew up in poverty, I swear won't go back to it
I was blessed with a gift to grab a pot and get straight to it

This who I am, bitch, I don't try to be, this shit just in my blood
If you grew up on the side with me, then you grew up a thug
I can't even let you slide with me, if you ain't put in work
I'ma go and rep 280, 22nd, 23rd (ayy)

I woke up, check my bank account
I know shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good"

I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here, anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (ayy, ayy)

I woke up, check my bank account
I know shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy you're dancin' with the devil, shit won't end up good"

I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties, to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this Earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (yeah, baby)

Oh-woah, yeah, baby
Oo-woah, oo-woah
Yeah, yeah, baby
Oo-woah-oo-woah, ayy
Oo-woah-oo-woah
Oo-woah-oo-woah
Woah-oo-woah, yeah, baby