30 Day Run
She couldn't find a better nigga (uh), so she came right back (yeah)
But I'ma need about 20 if you tryna do that
I can't be your boyfriend, but I can fuck with it (sock it to me)
She brought me ten band-aids, I had lunch with it
If I can't help the bitch, then I don't fuck with it (fuck with it)
She had a drug problem, I couldn't fuck with it (not at all)
A couple whips in the bay, I barely touched the shit
My stock rims at Jon C's house, shit, it's been a minute (good looking bro)
I couldn't make this shit up (what's happening?) Man, it's the life I'm living (straight up)
Family changed on me, they said I'm acting different (what the fuck?)
I can lose it all today, still, be the same nigga
I never had a job (never), my credit 750 (fo' real)
Nigga do the numbers, I'm not a dumb nigga (I'm not a dumb nigga)
I paid attention to it (I paid attention to it), manifested it (manifested it)
If I want it, then I get it, I don't question shit (I don't question shit)
And nigga never check me, nigga, check the bitch
What's happening?
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days)
If I want it, I'ma spend whatever (ay-ay-ya, goddamn)
Copped the whip and customized the leather (skrrt)
Thumbin' through it, it ain't nothin' better (good job, uh)
Green juice, expensive sweaters
She came through a lil' past 11 (good job, ma)
I hit it twice, and then I wrote this letter (wrote this letter)
On Van Ness in this 911 (yeah, shit)
Pinky dancing like Michael Jackson
Eat a sandwich, go online, cop another classic (another classic)
I ain't even wanna fuck, I told the bitch I'm fasting
Same whip, but mine faster, bitch, I'm chasing cabbage (chasing cabbage)
All money ain't good, so bitch, you can have it
So much money I can't stash it, bitch, fuck rapping (fuck rapping)
I'm riding bikes on the beach, living so fancy (so fancy)
I'm tryna stay motivated, so I can drop these classics (drop these classics)
Three-thousand wood grain, Cartier glasses
Bitch, what's happening
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days)
Shit, man
Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Shit, man, damn, shit
Aye-aye-aye, sock it to me
But I'ma need about 20 if you tryna do that
I can't be your boyfriend, but I can fuck with it (sock it to me)
She brought me ten band-aids, I had lunch with it
If I can't help the bitch, then I don't fuck with it (fuck with it)
She had a drug problem, I couldn't fuck with it (not at all)
A couple whips in the bay, I barely touched the shit
My stock rims at Jon C's house, shit, it's been a minute (good looking bro)
I couldn't make this shit up (what's happening?) Man, it's the life I'm living (straight up)
Family changed on me, they said I'm acting different (what the fuck?)
I can lose it all today, still, be the same nigga
I never had a job (never), my credit 750 (fo' real)
Nigga do the numbers, I'm not a dumb nigga (I'm not a dumb nigga)
I paid attention to it (I paid attention to it), manifested it (manifested it)
If I want it, then I get it, I don't question shit (I don't question shit)
And nigga never check me, nigga, check the bitch
What's happening?
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days)
If I want it, I'ma spend whatever (ay-ay-ya, goddamn)
Copped the whip and customized the leather (skrrt)
Thumbin' through it, it ain't nothin' better (good job, uh)
Green juice, expensive sweaters
She came through a lil' past 11 (good job, ma)
I hit it twice, and then I wrote this letter (wrote this letter)
On Van Ness in this 911 (yeah, shit)
Pinky dancing like Michael Jackson
Eat a sandwich, go online, cop another classic (another classic)
I ain't even wanna fuck, I told the bitch I'm fasting
Same whip, but mine faster, bitch, I'm chasing cabbage (chasing cabbage)
All money ain't good, so bitch, you can have it
So much money I can't stash it, bitch, fuck rapping (fuck rapping)
I'm riding bikes on the beach, living so fancy (so fancy)
I'm tryna stay motivated, so I can drop these classics (drop these classics)
Three-thousand wood grain, Cartier glasses
Bitch, what's happening
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days) 30 days
(30 days, 30 days)
Shit, man
Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Shit, man, damn, shit
Aye-aye-aye, sock it to me
Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Stewart Fischer, Larry Hendricks Iii
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