Tomorrow

Yea, Tomorrow (Aye, aye)
Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Tomorrow (Aye)
Tomorrow, Tomorrow (Thinkin' bout Tomorrow)
Aye, Ayyee

Look, Look, aye
I went to sleep thinkin bout money, I woke up my mind on the same thang
I'm tryna count up a mill, I wanna do more than just maintain
I need that cash you can feel, I cannot fuck with that bank thang
Cash in the bag so I know it's real
I'm ballin' they think that I got a deal
Fuck the fame I want money that's how I feel
Only pay me in 100's that's how I feel
If I spend a whole check a day I'll get right it back by tomorrow
If I buy a whole pound today we smoke out the zip by tomorrow
If you don't like King Tev today you'll be on my dick by tomorrow
And I know it ain't promised today but Ima still live for tomorrow
Switch up the flow on the mic and go harder
Let the beat build and I might just go Carter
Tryna stop my shine then you gotta go harder
I grind for my mom and I grind for my father
Independent tryna blow myself like a martyr
Get in my lane you'll be dead by tomorrow

Tomorrow tomorrow I'm thinking bout tomorrow
They can't stop me today, you can try again tomorrow
You flex on me today, Ima stunt on you tomorrow
You front on me today, watch me ball on you tomorrow
Tomorrow tomorrow can't worry bout tomorrow
It ain't promised today, we still livin for tomorrow
If you was broke today, run that check up by tomorrow
Ain't have no hoes today, get some bitches by tomorrow
Tomorrow

Baby gone fuck for a watch
Baby gone stuff all the rock
Baby baby she gonna stuff all the cock
Yeah extended clip it hang out the glock Versace Papi we be smoking on broccoli
Who gonna stop me? Chasing me probably
No dirt see I'm clean fuck a trump fuck a nazi
Been doing this flexin shit since Nataki Laying up finger roll, plenty whips plenty pros
Addy binge, feed me dope
Choppa burn ya like a stove
Handle Roc like im Hov, holes on ya face not a mouth or a nose
We gang, we run with unlimited hoes
Who gone take off they clothes for Chanel and some rosé
He dropped the strap now that boy gotta go
If we get in a shootout don't gotta reload
A drum on the chop bout the size of the circle of life, yea we outta control
Need some more bottles we need more patron
Pass me the drac Ima give em some more Aim at ya head it'll empty ya dome
Leave the scene smell like blood weed and cologne

Tomorrow tomorrow I'm thinking bout tomorrow
They can't stop me today, you can try again tomorrow
You flex on me today, Ima stunt on you tomorrow
You front on me today, watch me ball on you tomorrow
Tomorrow tomorrow can't worry bout tomorrow
It ain't promised today, we still livin for tomorrow
If you was broke today, run that check up by tomorrow
Ain't have no hoes today, get some bitches by tomorrow
Tomorrow

Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Tomorrow, Tomorrow
Tomorrow, Tomorrow



Credits
Writer(s): Avril Ramona Lavigne, Sabelle Breer, Curtis Frasca
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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