Lyrics SEVEN DAYS - Jestamang

Aye

Ain't really nothin' man
Ya just gotta do it
Ya just gotta do it for 'em

Aye

I make money like nothin' you seen
Seven days a week
I get lifted off the green
You get shot up in ya spleen boy

Talkin' all that mean boy
We always see you on a screen
Ain't enough, we get rough
Catchin' bodies every way

Steady movin' in the fold
'Specially if I see you on the streets
I'm snatchin' up yo whore
You won't see her anymore

Walk up in the club
Tokin' all the bud
All the bitches fallin' on the floor
All I do is catch the bands
Money dance

Brodie see the money hands
Bout a flood a bitty pants
You ain't really fuckin' man

Aye
You ain't really fuckin' man
I don't know
I don't know what you been up to
But it ain't been fuckin' man so
Fix that shit