Everyday
I done took so many pics
I done fuck so many chicks
I get money everyday, 365 faithfully
I just left Chicago and my grandma said she'd pray for me
Stars in the ceiling, in the Raf
I gots much cake on me
I'm from the projects
I do what I want, I don't wait for it
Dayday Rolex, Champaign gold, I paid so much cake for it
She blowing up my line, I must be her favorite
First time she see my plate, I had so much weight on it
Trap spot with the cameras, 'cause I got the weight in it
Safe in it, ain't no pussy fuck boys takin' it
We got 223s in the closet, we just wait for shit
I'ma spray some shit
Let a nigga play, I'ma flame some shit
In the club ballin', if I want his bitch, I take his bitch
Make his bitch, hun'eds, fifties flying
I got cases bitch
Ballers, parkin' in VIP
And we late as shit
Basic shit, pour a bottle on a model
Waste that shit
I done took so many pics
I done fuck so many chicks
I get money everyday, 365 faithfully
I just left Chicago and my grandma said she'd pray for me
Stars in the ceiling, in the Raf
I gots much cake on me
I'm from the projects
I do what I want, I don't wait for it
Dayday Rolex, Champaign gold, I paid so much cake for it
She blowing up my line, I must be her favorite
First time she see my plate, I had so much weight on it
In Chicago the gangs set trends in the city
And we went from the slums to ridin' Bentleys
Member been around, niggas dead and have a pennant
I'ma hustler, I always have my mind on a milli
Eat it hard or chew your mouth here on my grizzy
Out in Cali', where I put designers on it look exquisite
Got these hoes trippin, they selling pussy where I'm pimpin
Getting chauffeured around the city in a Maybach, pimpin'
I done took so many pics
I done fuck so many chicks
I get money everyday, 365 faithfully
I just left Chicago and my grandma said she'd pray for me
Stars in the ceiling, in the Raf
I gots much cake on me
I'm from the projects
I do what I want, I don't wait for it
Dayday Rolex, Champaign gold, I paid so much cake for it
She blowing up my line, I must be her favorite
First time she see my plate, I had so much weight on it
I done fuck so many chicks
I get money everyday, 365 faithfully
I just left Chicago and my grandma said she'd pray for me
Stars in the ceiling, in the Raf
I gots much cake on me
I'm from the projects
I do what I want, I don't wait for it
Dayday Rolex, Champaign gold, I paid so much cake for it
She blowing up my line, I must be her favorite
First time she see my plate, I had so much weight on it
Trap spot with the cameras, 'cause I got the weight in it
Safe in it, ain't no pussy fuck boys takin' it
We got 223s in the closet, we just wait for shit
I'ma spray some shit
Let a nigga play, I'ma flame some shit
In the club ballin', if I want his bitch, I take his bitch
Make his bitch, hun'eds, fifties flying
I got cases bitch
Ballers, parkin' in VIP
And we late as shit
Basic shit, pour a bottle on a model
Waste that shit
I done took so many pics
I done fuck so many chicks
I get money everyday, 365 faithfully
I just left Chicago and my grandma said she'd pray for me
Stars in the ceiling, in the Raf
I gots much cake on me
I'm from the projects
I do what I want, I don't wait for it
Dayday Rolex, Champaign gold, I paid so much cake for it
She blowing up my line, I must be her favorite
First time she see my plate, I had so much weight on it
In Chicago the gangs set trends in the city
And we went from the slums to ridin' Bentleys
Member been around, niggas dead and have a pennant
I'ma hustler, I always have my mind on a milli
Eat it hard or chew your mouth here on my grizzy
Out in Cali', where I put designers on it look exquisite
Got these hoes trippin, they selling pussy where I'm pimpin
Getting chauffeured around the city in a Maybach, pimpin'
I done took so many pics
I done fuck so many chicks
I get money everyday, 365 faithfully
I just left Chicago and my grandma said she'd pray for me
Stars in the ceiling, in the Raf
I gots much cake on me
I'm from the projects
I do what I want, I don't wait for it
Dayday Rolex, Champaign gold, I paid so much cake for it
She blowing up my line, I must be her favorite
First time she see my plate, I had so much weight on it
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Andreas Michael Carlsson, Richard Sambora
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