Everything Profit

Everything profit
Nigga everything profit
Everything profit
Nigga everything profit
Everything profit
Nigga everything profit
Everything profit Nigga

Aye
Everything profit
From the bottom to the top
Only way to go is up
Yea it ain't no stopping
Smelling like a pound of pressure
Everybody shopping
What you pay I'm matching prices
Everything profit
Niggas asking what I'm copping
Nigga need to stop it
Get the fuck up out my face
Everything profit
Can't do right by a bitch
I ain't got time for her
Feel in love with the money
Gotta grind for it
I been posted on the block
Keep my iron close
Cause I know niggas watching me
And if they creep too close
I might have to up my fire
And I might have to blow
I can't go out letting another nigga tag my toe
And that's fasho
Knock at the door
Licks at the door
Quarters zips halfs and bows
Flo 1Deep nigga
You know what time I'm on
I'm tryna get it
Clientele blowing up my phone
Blowing up my phone
You know what time I'm on
I'm tryna get it
But these bitches won't leave me lone
Tryna ride my bone
Tryna skate with me home
But I can't lie I'm just tryna fuck and drop you at home
And that's just what it is
This the life that I live
Every chance a nigga took
I did that for my kids
Slanging pints of the lean
Flipping bows of the green
Everything profit
Tryna see 100 G's
That might be hit or miss
Had to run it up by myself
Ain't nobody give me shit
Overnights on the clock
My nigga I put in work for this
Blood sweat and tears I done shed
Nigga you ain't listening
I don't do the shout outs
Cause niggas ain't worth the mentioning
I done fucked so many bitches
Ain't never no chemistry
Had to get up out the way
Crackas was tryna sentence me
Had to cut some niggas off
Notice they really envy me
I can go all day my nigga
Ain't really no ending it
Watch the niggas you call friends
Might really be enemies
Niggas acting like some hoes
They got some bitch tendencies
I'm really tryna stack my paper
Ain't really no lending it
Ima mind mine my nigga
You just mind your business
One deep rolling through my city
I'm just tryna get it
You only get one life nigga
It's up to you to live it
Know some bitches left me
When I was broke
Know they they feeling shitty
I ain't with the back and forth talking
Nah I ain't really with it
Everything profit nigga
Just tell me the ticket
Keep a gas pack
You gone smell me before you see me
Ima rock these maxes
I don't really like balencis
All this drank I'm pouring
I can feel it in my kidneys
Baby mama's acting like they hate me
Know they miss me
I stay up on the scale
I don't really like to whip it
But my niggas whip it up
And lock that shit in 30 minutes
Everything profit nigga



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Writer(s): Latrell Mcneal
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