Studio Hours
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 trying to make the money
Flow with it for the checks
Ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days I'll make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
And they know
And they know just from the door
Yea
I came in the game and I did me that was for sure
That was for sure
Never asked nothing from you hoes
Only loyalty and then respect how the game go
I gotta hustle to make these millions
Get up out your feelings
Get up in your bag dawg
You going all sad dawg
Texting this hoe when she fucking
On a nigga rag doll
I aint gotta tell you bout it
You already know
Ima 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 too busy hustling
And I was too busy grinding
If you 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 trying to make the money
Flow with it for the checks
Ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days I'll 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 it's ours
I swear I'm on my way Ima star
Six tracks, running it blessed with the quickness
Six pack, body the next and I kick back
That's facts and I'm with that
Boulevard, on west side
Let me get that, click clack
Tick tock
They say that I'm thinking I'm this hot
Who's this hot
Move when I slither the cobra
Laugh when they ask Am I sober
Thats cold bro
You know when it's me
It's a whole cup no hold up
Flashback
Tilting the bottom thats 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 trying to make the money
Flow with it for the checks
Ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days I'll make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
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 trying to make the money
Flow with it for the checks
Ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days I'll make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
And they know
And they know just from the door
Yea
I came in the game and I did me that was for sure
That was for sure
Never asked nothing from you hoes
Only loyalty and then respect how the game go
I gotta hustle to make these millions
Get up out your feelings
Get up in your bag dawg
You going all sad dawg
Texting this hoe when she fucking
On a nigga rag doll
I aint gotta tell you bout it
You already know
Ima 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 too busy hustling
And I was too busy grinding
If you 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 trying to make the money
Flow with it for the checks
Ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days I'll 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 it's ours
I swear I'm on my way Ima star
Six tracks, running it blessed with the quickness
Six pack, body the next and I kick back
That's facts and I'm with that
Boulevard, on west side
Let me get that, click clack
Tick tock
They say that I'm thinking I'm this hot
Who's this hot
Move when I slither the cobra
Laugh when they ask Am I sober
Thats cold bro
You know when it's me
It's a whole cup no hold up
Flashback
Tilting the bottom thats 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 trying to make the money
Flow with it for the checks
Ima make it rain on these hoes
Countless days I'll make it I know
I be at the stage fans right at my show
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Simeon
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