Studio Hours (feat. Its Truth)
God help me make it out in the studio for hours
I just want the money and the fame and the power
Moving up the game like it's ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Countless days tryna make the money flow
With it for the checks ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days ima make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
And they know and they know just from the door
I came in the game and I did me that was fasho
That was fasho never ask nothing from you hoes
Only loyalty and then respect how the game go
I gotta hustle to make these millions
Get up up out your feelings get up in your bag dawg
You going out sad dawg texting this hoe
When she fucking on a nigga rag doll
I ain't gotta tell you bout it you already know
I'm 1 0 fucking 4 that's to the end of the road
I had a young thing she was vibrant
And she gave me all her soul
But I couldn't give her nothing cuz I was to busy hustling
And i was to busy grinding if ya don't get nothing get money
God help me make it out in the studio for hours
I just want the money and the fame and the power
Moving up the game like it's ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Countless days tryna make the money flow
With it for the checks ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days ima make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
Capture everything when I'm entering my zone
You ain't never write nothing for me on my own
Moving up the game like its ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Six tracks running it blessed with the quickness
Six pack body the next and I kick back that's fact
And I'm with that boulevard on westside
Let me get that click clack tick tock
They say that I'm thinking I'm this hot whos this hot
Move when I slither the cobra laugh when they ask
Am I sober that's cold bruh you know when it's me
It's a whole cup no hold up flashback tilting
The bottom that's hashtag I'm passed that
Spit in the booth need a dry rag Jackson I'm that bad
God help me make it out in the studio for hours
I just want the money and the fame and the power
Moving up the game like it's ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Countless days tryna make the money flow
With it for the checks ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days ima make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
I just want the money and the fame and the power
Moving up the game like it's ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Countless days tryna make the money flow
With it for the checks ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days ima make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
And they know and they know just from the door
I came in the game and I did me that was fasho
That was fasho never ask nothing from you hoes
Only loyalty and then respect how the game go
I gotta hustle to make these millions
Get up up out your feelings get up in your bag dawg
You going out sad dawg texting this hoe
When she fucking on a nigga rag doll
I ain't gotta tell you bout it you already know
I'm 1 0 fucking 4 that's to the end of the road
I had a young thing she was vibrant
And she gave me all her soul
But I couldn't give her nothing cuz I was to busy hustling
And i was to busy grinding if ya don't get nothing get money
God help me make it out in the studio for hours
I just want the money and the fame and the power
Moving up the game like it's ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Countless days tryna make the money flow
With it for the checks ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days ima make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
Capture everything when I'm entering my zone
You ain't never write nothing for me on my own
Moving up the game like its ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Six tracks running it blessed with the quickness
Six pack body the next and I kick back that's fact
And I'm with that boulevard on westside
Let me get that click clack tick tock
They say that I'm thinking I'm this hot whos this hot
Move when I slither the cobra laugh when they ask
Am I sober that's cold bruh you know when it's me
It's a whole cup no hold up flashback tilting
The bottom that's hashtag I'm passed that
Spit in the booth need a dry rag Jackson I'm that bad
God help me make it out in the studio for hours
I just want the money and the fame and the power
Moving up the game like it's ours
I swear I'm on my way I'm a star
Countless days tryna make the money flow
With it for the checks ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days ima make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
Credits
Writer(s): Reginald Arceneaux
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