Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin'
I'm finally in my bag (my, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even
Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' Neff
Who in my I can't tell sometime?
They don't know it's about the money, won't mail sometime
If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?"
Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone
Still, I'm missin' my dog, they just gave him nine, ten
Accept collect calls, they don't make 'em like me
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even
On the face, I was Skeeter, like, dog, you keep it goin'
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stacks
Remember when we used to f*ck them rats
Now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
What he need, ask him what it's gon' take
On forever
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
42 Dugg - Hard Times Lyrics
42 Dugg - Hard Times Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin'
I'm finally in my bag (my, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even
Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' Neff
Who in my I can't tell sometime?
They don't know it's about the money, won't mail sometime
If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?"
Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone
Still, I'm missin' my dog, they just gave him nine, ten
Accept collect calls, they don't make 'em like me
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even
On the face, I was Skeeter, like, dog, you keep it goin'
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stacks
Remember when we used to f*ck them rats
Now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
What he need, ask him what it's gon' take
On forever
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
I'm finally in my bag (my, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made this beat, baby)
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even
Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' Neff
Who in my I can't tell sometime?
They don't know it's about the money, won't mail sometime
If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?"
Still, I'm movin' through the city, still I'm movin' through the phone
Still, I'm missin' my dog, they just gave him nine, ten
Accept collect calls, they don't make 'em like me
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even
On the face, I was Skeeter, like, dog, you keep it goin'
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smilin' in the mornin' when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stacks
Remember when we used to f*ck them rats
Now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
What he need, ask him what it's gon' take
On forever
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Writer: Dion Hayes, Martin McCurtis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.