Paycheck
Clocking in for a paycheck
Bustin' my ass just so I can pay rent
But I'm running outta patience
Fourteen an hour I will never be complacent
But I bust my ass
Money move quick
Not enough for gas
Living like a student
Alcatraz
But I still gotta go and buy low class
Now we getting high
Putting in the work
Yeah that's the grind
POTUS didn't do work
That's a crime
Look at your watch and checking the time
Working so hard and it barely five
After this go sell a dime
I go home and write these rhymes
Just so I can kill some time
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
The flow is so better
I sound just like madvillian
I'm getting the cheddar
Then run off adrenaline
Drop all the heat
And then Shots with berettas
You know I be going and getting the lettuce
These winters is cold
Bigger and bold
These words that I wrote
Fill my pockets with gold
Hope I don't choke
My album is sold
Hold your breath shady
Your too fucking old
Woah
I be celebrating
All the haters that just fell off
They're forever waiting
Contemplating
If I'll make it
Either way
I'm Still creating
All these beats
And all these bars
About the streets
And different cars
And ima never take a pause
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just be killing it
I just be feeling it
Bitches they on my dick
Bust and then make it stick
We make a major flick
Hop on the label
Then feel like I'm able
To go and pay a bill
With rhymes that are straight skill
The pen to the paper
That is my light saber
But Bobby be playing
All of his games
And some how his albums
Is still getting plays
Aye
My flow is so crazy
I'm driving Mercedes
They put me on Billboard
And I make it mainstream
I smoke on the hazy
And now I'm so lazy
But that doesn't phase me
You never can chase me
We going our own ways
Life is so crazy
Like worlds are colliding
These words they be sliding
Right outta my mouth
Straight for the south
Smoke all the weed
Then sleep on the couch
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
Bustin' my ass just so I can pay rent
But I'm running outta patience
Fourteen an hour I will never be complacent
But I bust my ass
Money move quick
Not enough for gas
Living like a student
Alcatraz
But I still gotta go and buy low class
Now we getting high
Putting in the work
Yeah that's the grind
POTUS didn't do work
That's a crime
Look at your watch and checking the time
Working so hard and it barely five
After this go sell a dime
I go home and write these rhymes
Just so I can kill some time
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
The flow is so better
I sound just like madvillian
I'm getting the cheddar
Then run off adrenaline
Drop all the heat
And then Shots with berettas
You know I be going and getting the lettuce
These winters is cold
Bigger and bold
These words that I wrote
Fill my pockets with gold
Hope I don't choke
My album is sold
Hold your breath shady
Your too fucking old
Woah
I be celebrating
All the haters that just fell off
They're forever waiting
Contemplating
If I'll make it
Either way
I'm Still creating
All these beats
And all these bars
About the streets
And different cars
And ima never take a pause
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just be killing it
I just be feeling it
Bitches they on my dick
Bust and then make it stick
We make a major flick
Hop on the label
Then feel like I'm able
To go and pay a bill
With rhymes that are straight skill
The pen to the paper
That is my light saber
But Bobby be playing
All of his games
And some how his albums
Is still getting plays
Aye
My flow is so crazy
I'm driving Mercedes
They put me on Billboard
And I make it mainstream
I smoke on the hazy
And now I'm so lazy
But that doesn't phase me
You never can chase me
We going our own ways
Life is so crazy
Like worlds are colliding
These words they be sliding
Right outta my mouth
Straight for the south
Smoke all the weed
Then sleep on the couch
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
I just work too hard
Not to get this money though
Soon as I get it
Go and Throw it out the window
Blow the smoke
Cops be on patrol
We just Pump the brakes
When they on a roll
Hit that gas
And we head back home
Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Hagon
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