2 Day Long
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh
Oh-oh, ooh-oh, yeah
Fucking right, get it up (yeah)
Fucking right, do my stuff
Yeah, I'ma pour it up
Ooh, is it molly and a cup?
Well, I've been drinkin' up
Well, I be goin' up
Huh, go ahead spice it up
Huh, gotta bring my stuff
You know what gon' keep me up
Ridin' for the dope
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong (I see, yeah)
Hit me up, what you want? (Oh)
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong (fuck, you wrong)
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song
I know you feel the vibe
I'm gonna put you on
24 hours to live with you, baby
(It ain't crazy) ain't that crazy?
Now she on by bed, licking my babies
Face on amazement
I've been goin' crazy (I've been goin' crazy)
Talkin' a lot, but I fuck on a hater, fuck all the haters
I'm in my bag, all I be runnin' all you do, fumblin' and fumblin'
I'm in a room full of people, they don't hesitate, and they shoot you for nothing
Lil' bitch I came for discussion (yes), so I don't tolerate interruptions
I done came here for the digits, so I just be liking the money discussion
De-stressing out on Sativa, tellin' a bitch I don't need her
Treating a bitch like she Kiki, and treatin' a bitch like a diva
Troppi bagagli nel back, ci serve un aereo, ci serve la stiva
Troppi pensieri nel head, ci compro un attico fammi la stima
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong
Hit me up, what you want?
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song
I know you Feel the Vibe
I'm gonna put you on
24 hours to live with you baby
(It ain't crazy) ain't that crazy?
Now she on by bed, licking my babies
Face on amazement
I've been goin' crazy (I've been goin' crazy)
Talkin' a lot, but I fuck on a hater
Don't give a fuck 'bout the basics, all I be doin' is money and paper
Trippin' your bitch to the spaceship, all I be doin' is money, I raise 'em
Lil' bitch I came for discussion, so I don't tolerate interruptions
I done came here for the digits, so I just be liking the money discussion
De-stressing out on Sativa, tellin' a bitch I don't need her
Treating a bitch like she Kiki, and treatin' a bitch like a diva
Troppi bagagli nel back, ci serve un aereo, ci serve la stiva
Troppi pensieri nel head, ci compro un attico fammi la stima
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong
Hit me up, what you want?
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong (fuck, you wrong)
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song (feel the song)
I know you feel the vibe
I'm gonna put you on
I like this new cologne
She likes the suit I'm on
She likes that I be high
Take off a jet, we gone
I know the weed been strong
Rich, but I keep "ten toes"
Hop in the whip, take off
Get a new blue, gassed up
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong
Hit me up, what you want?
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song
I know you feel the vibe
I'm gonna put you on
Let's stay on hold for a minute
I've been on lean, I'm trippin'
I just be high, ain't dealing
I just be countin' the digits
That's what I do for a living
What would I do for a million
I'on give a fuck 'bout the digits
But now my bag be the sickest, yeah
Oh-oh, ooh-oh, yeah
Fucking right, get it up (yeah)
Fucking right, do my stuff
Yeah, I'ma pour it up
Ooh, is it molly and a cup?
Well, I've been drinkin' up
Well, I be goin' up
Huh, go ahead spice it up
Huh, gotta bring my stuff
You know what gon' keep me up
Ridin' for the dope
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong (I see, yeah)
Hit me up, what you want? (Oh)
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong (fuck, you wrong)
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song
I know you feel the vibe
I'm gonna put you on
24 hours to live with you, baby
(It ain't crazy) ain't that crazy?
Now she on by bed, licking my babies
Face on amazement
I've been goin' crazy (I've been goin' crazy)
Talkin' a lot, but I fuck on a hater, fuck all the haters
I'm in my bag, all I be runnin' all you do, fumblin' and fumblin'
I'm in a room full of people, they don't hesitate, and they shoot you for nothing
Lil' bitch I came for discussion (yes), so I don't tolerate interruptions
I done came here for the digits, so I just be liking the money discussion
De-stressing out on Sativa, tellin' a bitch I don't need her
Treating a bitch like she Kiki, and treatin' a bitch like a diva
Troppi bagagli nel back, ci serve un aereo, ci serve la stiva
Troppi pensieri nel head, ci compro un attico fammi la stima
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong
Hit me up, what you want?
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song
I know you Feel the Vibe
I'm gonna put you on
24 hours to live with you baby
(It ain't crazy) ain't that crazy?
Now she on by bed, licking my babies
Face on amazement
I've been goin' crazy (I've been goin' crazy)
Talkin' a lot, but I fuck on a hater
Don't give a fuck 'bout the basics, all I be doin' is money and paper
Trippin' your bitch to the spaceship, all I be doin' is money, I raise 'em
Lil' bitch I came for discussion, so I don't tolerate interruptions
I done came here for the digits, so I just be liking the money discussion
De-stressing out on Sativa, tellin' a bitch I don't need her
Treating a bitch like she Kiki, and treatin' a bitch like a diva
Troppi bagagli nel back, ci serve un aereo, ci serve la stiva
Troppi pensieri nel head, ci compro un attico fammi la stima
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong
Hit me up, what you want?
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong (fuck, you wrong)
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song (feel the song)
I know you feel the vibe
I'm gonna put you on
I like this new cologne
She likes the suit I'm on
She likes that I be high
Take off a jet, we gone
I know the weed been strong
Rich, but I keep "ten toes"
Hop in the whip, take off
Get a new blue, gassed up
It been like two day long
I'm on another bong
Hit me up, what you want?
I'ma like, fuck, you wrong
I know you feel it, right?
I know you feel the song
I know you feel the vibe
I'm gonna put you on
Let's stay on hold for a minute
I've been on lean, I'm trippin'
I just be high, ain't dealing
I just be countin' the digits
That's what I do for a living
What would I do for a million
I'on give a fuck 'bout the digits
But now my bag be the sickest, yeah
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Writer(s): Sly Killah
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