Vibrations
Everyday i wake up i be looking for the cash
Swear I'm working all the time
And ion really fuck with that
But it's all for the bag
Pray i end up with bands
Cus i can't see myself working 9-5 until I'm dead
Regardless i been stacking i been saving
I been makin a little money and i'm
Paving me a future for myself and all
My homies when i blow up imma hold
Up 50 thousand, imma throw up in sky
Let fly, make it land up
In fathers wallet or my momma, or my grandma
Or my cousins pocket,
Or my homies or my brothers or the homie Isaac
All i'm saying, when i'm balling i might share the profit
Put me on top and i might go ahead and crash the market
See cus i'm tryna raise the bar so high that i can climb it
Drop some music so hot that shit change the climate
I'm tryna be on a yacht with hella bands like i'm a pirate
That money be my copilot
And low key it be takin over
Found myself a 4 leaf clover
And i'm gaining my composure
Need me fame and a fuckin rover
I keep on marching like a soldier
Bitch it's march i fuckin told you
That these feds be all up over
Need myself a Danny glover
Really i just need my fuckin money
Everyday i'm hustling for something
Like the dollars i stay hunting
Ain't no point in ever trusting
Loyal to the green dollars, and the blues
Pop up on the scene got them Jordan's for the shoes
I'm tired of all these shifts
But god my checks be so damn thick
I swear i wanna fuckin quit
But i cannot because the check
I'd rather slit my fuckin throat
Then go a month without no dough
Maybe i take that back but you get the picture though
I just wanna do these shows
Stack the bread and take it home
Take the game just like i'm Rome
Put the shot up like I'm troy
See if i swish it or if i fold
Make a record that go gold
All up on my fuckin own
I gotta grow and pass the stone
Cus I'm building me a wall
On foundations that been laid
I can't let it fuckin fall
There's too much time i done gave
But I'll tell you what i saw
All up in the mirror today
Just a guy that can't convey
All the feelings in his brain
But he knows that he gone blow up
Day after day, he be working
He just waiting for the breakout,
He's just baking him his cake now
Ain't no point in tryna rush it
If it's bound to happen it'll happen
He got the action got the passion
So with the time we getting active
I'm just passing me the time,
Got a lot up on my mind
Get the dollars then rewind
That's just my kind of grind
Quit following the blind and make ya own decisions
All you motherfuckers out flying around like pigeons
And you chickens wanna chirp about me but i ain't let it in
I'm the wolf to yo coop and homie I'm breaking in
New money opportunity and imma make it big
That's the kind of mindset when you make yourself a king
And my crown getting jeweled getting wet out
I just wanna make the crowd fuckin get down
I just wanna nasty whip that gone get loud
I just wanna fuckin song i can be proud of
I'm sure one day I'm gonna beat it all up though
I'm just stepping through and through
Got me thinkin like who is you
If you tryna walk up in my shoes
You might trip but that's just how i fuckin do
Swear I'm working all the time
And ion really fuck with that
But it's all for the bag
Pray i end up with bands
Cus i can't see myself working 9-5 until I'm dead
Regardless i been stacking i been saving
I been makin a little money and i'm
Paving me a future for myself and all
My homies when i blow up imma hold
Up 50 thousand, imma throw up in sky
Let fly, make it land up
In fathers wallet or my momma, or my grandma
Or my cousins pocket,
Or my homies or my brothers or the homie Isaac
All i'm saying, when i'm balling i might share the profit
Put me on top and i might go ahead and crash the market
See cus i'm tryna raise the bar so high that i can climb it
Drop some music so hot that shit change the climate
I'm tryna be on a yacht with hella bands like i'm a pirate
That money be my copilot
And low key it be takin over
Found myself a 4 leaf clover
And i'm gaining my composure
Need me fame and a fuckin rover
I keep on marching like a soldier
Bitch it's march i fuckin told you
That these feds be all up over
Need myself a Danny glover
Really i just need my fuckin money
Everyday i'm hustling for something
Like the dollars i stay hunting
Ain't no point in ever trusting
Loyal to the green dollars, and the blues
Pop up on the scene got them Jordan's for the shoes
I'm tired of all these shifts
But god my checks be so damn thick
I swear i wanna fuckin quit
But i cannot because the check
I'd rather slit my fuckin throat
Then go a month without no dough
Maybe i take that back but you get the picture though
I just wanna do these shows
Stack the bread and take it home
Take the game just like i'm Rome
Put the shot up like I'm troy
See if i swish it or if i fold
Make a record that go gold
All up on my fuckin own
I gotta grow and pass the stone
Cus I'm building me a wall
On foundations that been laid
I can't let it fuckin fall
There's too much time i done gave
But I'll tell you what i saw
All up in the mirror today
Just a guy that can't convey
All the feelings in his brain
But he knows that he gone blow up
Day after day, he be working
He just waiting for the breakout,
He's just baking him his cake now
Ain't no point in tryna rush it
If it's bound to happen it'll happen
He got the action got the passion
So with the time we getting active
I'm just passing me the time,
Got a lot up on my mind
Get the dollars then rewind
That's just my kind of grind
Quit following the blind and make ya own decisions
All you motherfuckers out flying around like pigeons
And you chickens wanna chirp about me but i ain't let it in
I'm the wolf to yo coop and homie I'm breaking in
New money opportunity and imma make it big
That's the kind of mindset when you make yourself a king
And my crown getting jeweled getting wet out
I just wanna make the crowd fuckin get down
I just wanna nasty whip that gone get loud
I just wanna fuckin song i can be proud of
I'm sure one day I'm gonna beat it all up though
I'm just stepping through and through
Got me thinkin like who is you
If you tryna walk up in my shoes
You might trip but that's just how i fuckin do
Credits
Writer(s): Jaden Hone
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