Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I gotta hustle
Everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning
With money on my mind
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Nothin' else matter but the money
Nothin' else matter but the money
Fuck a nigga hatin'
Niggas used to pull up in the bucket
Now the seven tre cost a hundred
You don't wanna run it
Need a couple mil', I can front it
Everything you do, I done, done it
I just keep it one hundred
Every day a nigga gettin' blunted
And I'm with a white snow bunny
Heard you got problems
Glock 40 on me for the dummies
And I got a little for your buddies
Homie don't play that
Swear boy, that's word to my momma
She just told me focus on the comma's
Boy that's every day
I just wanna get it ten ways
Rollie and a pair of new J's
Every day I wake
I gotta thank the Lord for the day
Then I gotta go and get paid
Oh my goodness
Ain't drived the Porsche in a month
My Range Rover make a nigga hush
Fuck nigga what?
Sorry if I'm being too blunt
I gotta show a hater how to stunt
Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it
Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million
I'ma go get it nigga, I'ma go get it nigga, I'ma go get it
Everyday I gotta hustle
Everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning
With money on my mind
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Boy I'm getting money like a Sheikh
Quarter mil', make it in a week
Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech
A couple bad bitches in the Jeep
20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this
You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large
Coulda went and bought a new Benz
But instead I just put it on the wrist
And your bitch love it
Rich nigga but I'm still thuggin'
Broke nigga's stay mean muggin'
Used to have trouble with the four door Ford
Now I'm tryin' make the Forbes
Ya'll ain't seen nothin'
Ain't even trippin', promise I'ma die real nigga
And free my homeboys in the system
Stay prayed up, every day my mind made up
Everyday riding with it tucked, never caught slippin'
'Case they wanna push they luck
Try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing
Wooh, wooh
I love it when the beat go to ride out
I got a yellow bone stripper at the trap house
I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time
Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine
Everyday I gotta hustle
Everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning
With money on my mind
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday I gotta hustle
Everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning
With money on my mind
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Nothin' else matter but the money
Nothin' else matter but the money
Fuck a nigga hatin'
Niggas used to pull up in the bucket
Now the seven tre cost a hundred
You don't wanna run it
Need a couple mil', I can front it
Everything you do, I done, done it
I just keep it one hundred
Every day a nigga gettin' blunted
And I'm with a white snow bunny
Heard you got problems
Glock 40 on me for the dummies
And I got a little for your buddies
Homie don't play that
Swear boy, that's word to my momma
She just told me focus on the comma's
Boy that's every day
I just wanna get it ten ways
Rollie and a pair of new J's
Every day I wake
I gotta thank the Lord for the day
Then I gotta go and get paid
Oh my goodness
Ain't drived the Porsche in a month
My Range Rover make a nigga hush
Fuck nigga what?
Sorry if I'm being too blunt
I gotta show a hater how to stunt
Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it
Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million
I'ma go get it nigga, I'ma go get it nigga, I'ma go get it
Everyday I gotta hustle
Everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning
With money on my mind
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Boy I'm getting money like a Sheikh
Quarter mil', make it in a week
Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech
A couple bad bitches in the Jeep
20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this
You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large
Coulda went and bought a new Benz
But instead I just put it on the wrist
And your bitch love it
Rich nigga but I'm still thuggin'
Broke nigga's stay mean muggin'
Used to have trouble with the four door Ford
Now I'm tryin' make the Forbes
Ya'll ain't seen nothin'
Ain't even trippin', promise I'ma die real nigga
And free my homeboys in the system
Stay prayed up, every day my mind made up
Everyday riding with it tucked, never caught slippin'
'Case they wanna push they luck
Try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing
Wooh, wooh
I love it when the beat go to ride out
I got a yellow bone stripper at the trap house
I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time
Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine
Everyday I gotta hustle
Everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning
With money on my mind
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday)
I gotta push my verte
I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap
I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Mccolister, Ian Brandon Lewis, Benjamin Diehl
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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