Текст песни MAKE MY DAY - Thommy Propane

I aint gotta lie to niggas I aint scared a niggas
I aint gotta hide these bitches I share these bitches
Bro came home wit the phone compared these bitches
Bitch gotta have some money just to stare a nigga
I been good at math good at countin cash
Counted paper in my past wish I made it last
Know some niggas from my class they made me laugh
Stupid ass lil nigga quit comparin us
My bitch flyer than yours put a parrot up
Them stones aint vvs put a carat up
Pussy ass lil nigga this is not war
Put the trapper to the mic and let it talk to em
Head shot send em to heaven so we can call it even
Fiji water for the dogs while the kids eatin
Baby mama on my line tryna live wit us
Other baby mama dont know how to deal wit me
I aint have to turn these niggas up my niggas still wit it
Lil baby better suck it up cause imma mil ticket
You can put the action in the ocean imma still get it
Shoes dirty from the journey imma field nigga
We was prayin we aint have to do no section 8
Didnt nobody remind me to bless my plate
Pussy nigga mind broke so he never ate
Try to take mine and make my day

Me and plug straight put the numbers on the skat
He be tryna Devin Hester imma run it back
All the opps dead or broke whats the fun in that
Thommy James put the whole world on my back
I aint left the crib in a minute
Thats just how I feel when I'm in it
Shit just got surreal for a nigga
Had to think about a place to put the pills when he sent em
He knew I was good at makin deals when he did it
Bae don't want a nigga crackin seals I be forgettin
Folks said get you some sleep you lookin tired
Don't remind a nigga to sleep remind me to keep my iron
Black king treat a nigga like you supposed to
Dap me and get the cough like the old school
I just wanna go to Cali for some Nobu
If they put that bitch on you aint no gettin to know you
Nigga Who called us broke
If one thing did change its paper and hope
If one thing did change it was lil loads
97 Karl Malone im gone get it gone
She dont gotta check my phone she know what I'm on
Its this money and these songs I'm like Nick Jonas
If I look like my weight I'll be Hulk Hogan
Put a nigga in the dungeon let his bitch owe us
Safe house really makin sense niggas takin risks
Souvenir put it on my wrist its lookin presidential
Porter house medium well we at Ruth Chris
I been talkin to some jews bout a new business
Count some money stack some paper nigga you business
Big body dark tint tell me who in it
I don't even got no time to be in yo business
Its a milli fireman nigga no ceilings