Everyday
In my zone, I just copped a bottle all she want is some patron
We fucking, macaroni in a bowl yea
And she like to mix it with the lemonade
I roll a blunt I look up to the sky and pray for better days
This is automatic, I am not a rapper, I'm a artist
Ya done got me started, promise I won't miss my target yea
dicin' wit them niggas that got flags, hangin out they pockets
Ya don't want no problems no
Mmm all I want is money nigga fuck the fame
Get the money and get Mike Amiris everyday
When we get the money me and Jiggy split it different ways
that's my brother on my mother ain't no hesitation
When I make it big ima cop a wraith
I might cop a 40 keep it on me, there's a lot of hate
I know that you horny and it's getting late ouu
Can we keep on fuckin can we keep it stable
Everyday, niggas moving funny, I ain't running, I ain't Kid n Play
Bitches they a dub it, if you bummy nigga get some weight
The Streets is ugly I don't love it but I'm getting paid yea
Switching lanes yea, swervin in a Honda just like it's a spaceship
I might catch a body I was never patient
I use all the gossipin for inspiration
I'm like Bruce Almighty how I'm ducking traffic
I ain't saying I don't want no static, cause if he want it let em have it
Dice games they so litty
Take the bank if you with it, Me and brodie bout to split it 50/50 yea
And I got the mids in my jacket
It's like 90 degrees, but I gotta use the zippers just to stash it
Niggas hate but I ain't lackin
It ain't safe I'm from the Bronx where it get tragic yeaa
She just want some money and a wedding ring
I can fuck you better why you settling
Wit these niggas I don't get it you know better
I can buy you Gucci and Prada when I get richer
Fuck you from the back, and turn it over like I'm traveling,
Nutted on ya shirt but girl I swear it was an accident
If That nigga frontin we embarrass him
If that nigga front we leave him stuck just like a mannequin.
Everyday, niggas moving funny, I ain't running, I ain't Kid n Play
Bitches they a dub it, if you bummy nigga get some weight
The Streets is ugly I don't love it but I'm getting paid yea
Switching lanes yea, swerving in a Honda just like it's a spaceship
I might catch a body I was never patient
I use all the gossipin for inspiration
We fucking, macaroni in a bowl yea
And she like to mix it with the lemonade
I roll a blunt I look up to the sky and pray for better days
This is automatic, I am not a rapper, I'm a artist
Ya done got me started, promise I won't miss my target yea
dicin' wit them niggas that got flags, hangin out they pockets
Ya don't want no problems no
Mmm all I want is money nigga fuck the fame
Get the money and get Mike Amiris everyday
When we get the money me and Jiggy split it different ways
that's my brother on my mother ain't no hesitation
When I make it big ima cop a wraith
I might cop a 40 keep it on me, there's a lot of hate
I know that you horny and it's getting late ouu
Can we keep on fuckin can we keep it stable
Everyday, niggas moving funny, I ain't running, I ain't Kid n Play
Bitches they a dub it, if you bummy nigga get some weight
The Streets is ugly I don't love it but I'm getting paid yea
Switching lanes yea, swervin in a Honda just like it's a spaceship
I might catch a body I was never patient
I use all the gossipin for inspiration
I'm like Bruce Almighty how I'm ducking traffic
I ain't saying I don't want no static, cause if he want it let em have it
Dice games they so litty
Take the bank if you with it, Me and brodie bout to split it 50/50 yea
And I got the mids in my jacket
It's like 90 degrees, but I gotta use the zippers just to stash it
Niggas hate but I ain't lackin
It ain't safe I'm from the Bronx where it get tragic yeaa
She just want some money and a wedding ring
I can fuck you better why you settling
Wit these niggas I don't get it you know better
I can buy you Gucci and Prada when I get richer
Fuck you from the back, and turn it over like I'm traveling,
Nutted on ya shirt but girl I swear it was an accident
If That nigga frontin we embarrass him
If that nigga front we leave him stuck just like a mannequin.
Everyday, niggas moving funny, I ain't running, I ain't Kid n Play
Bitches they a dub it, if you bummy nigga get some weight
The Streets is ugly I don't love it but I'm getting paid yea
Switching lanes yea, swerving in a Honda just like it's a spaceship
I might catch a body I was never patient
I use all the gossipin for inspiration
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Writer(s): Corey Grant
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