Every single day I gotta stress about a dollar bill
You ain't never hustled for your check, you don't know how I feel
I've been busy hoppin' on them jets, get me outta here
Couple thousand in my cash app, forgot I got it there
Thought that I was on my last lap, I'm just gettin' started, yeah
Go head, baby, throw that ass back like when you party, yeah
Gotta handle business, but I'll be back in the morning, yeah
Niggas couldn't walk up in these slacks if they bought a pair
Sippin' on this slack, ain't no ac' up in my cup
Trippin' on the fact, it was never really love
Why you out here cappin' like I ain't doin' enough
I ain't never acted like you asked for too much
Came up from the mud, it ain't nothin' to be trapped out
Niggas thought it was what it wasn't, now I'm rapped out
Gotta chase this money like it's nothin' else I care about
Never acting funny, you already know my whereabouts
Pop out with the guys, make a movie, this shit paramount
Shades to hide my eyes, see these goofies when they starin' down
Never be surprised when these groupies bein' toxic
I'm the type of nigga got options
Running up this bag, no stoppin
I just hope a nigga don't try me
I can pull strings, get violent
Loud pack movin' in silence
(Feel like I can't trust a nigga, no)
Interstate, runnin' up mileage
(F*ck them bitches, stack your figures up)
Every single day I gotta stress about a dollar bill
You ain't never hustled for your check, you don't know how I feel
I've been busy hoppin' on them jets, get me outta here
Couple thousand in my cash app, forgot I got it there
Thought that I was on my last lap, I'm just gettin' started, yeah
Go head, baby, throw that ass back like when you party, yeah
Gotta handle business, but I'll be back in the morning, yeah
Niggas couldn't walk up in these slacks if they bought a pair
Sippin' on this slack, ain't no ac' up in my cup
Trippin' on the fact, it was never really love
Why you out here cappin' like I ain't doin' enough
I ain't never acted like you asked for too much
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Every single day I gotta stress about a dollar bill
You ain't never hustled for your check, you don't know how I feel
I've been busy hoppin' on them jets, get me outta here
Couple thousand in my cash app, forgot I got it there
Thought that I was on my last lap, I'm just gettin' started, yeah
Go head, baby, throw that ass back like when you party, yeah
Gotta handle business, but I'll be back in the morning, yeah
Niggas couldn't walk up in these slacks if they bought a pair
Sippin' on this slack, ain't no ac' up in my cup
Trippin' on the fact, it was never really love
Why you out here cappin' like I ain't doin' enough
I ain't never acted like you asked for too much
Came up from the mud, it ain't nothin' to be trapped out
Niggas thought it was what it wasn't, now I'm rapped out
Gotta chase this money like it's nothin' else I care about
Never acting funny, you already know my whereabouts
Pop out with the guys, make a movie, this shit paramount
Shades to hide my eyes, see these goofies when they starin' down
Never be surprised when these groupies bein' toxic
I'm the type of nigga got options
Running up this bag, no stoppin
I just hope a nigga don't try me
I can pull strings, get violent
Loud pack movin' in silence
(Feel like I can't trust a nigga, no)
Interstate, runnin' up mileage
(F*ck them bitches, stack your figures up)
Every single day I gotta stress about a dollar bill
You ain't never hustled for your check, you don't know how I feel
I've been busy hoppin' on them jets, get me outta here
Couple thousand in my cash app, forgot I got it there
Thought that I was on my last lap, I'm just gettin' started, yeah
Go head, baby, throw that ass back like when you party, yeah
Gotta handle business, but I'll be back in the morning, yeah
Niggas couldn't walk up in these slacks if they bought a pair
Sippin' on this slack, ain't no ac' up in my cup
Trippin' on the fact, it was never really love
Why you out here cappin' like I ain't doin' enough
I ain't never acted like you asked for too much
You ain't never hustled for your check, you don't know how I feel
I've been busy hoppin' on them jets, get me outta here
Couple thousand in my cash app, forgot I got it there
Thought that I was on my last lap, I'm just gettin' started, yeah
Go head, baby, throw that ass back like when you party, yeah
Gotta handle business, but I'll be back in the morning, yeah
Niggas couldn't walk up in these slacks if they bought a pair
Sippin' on this slack, ain't no ac' up in my cup
Trippin' on the fact, it was never really love
Why you out here cappin' like I ain't doin' enough
I ain't never acted like you asked for too much
Came up from the mud, it ain't nothin' to be trapped out
Niggas thought it was what it wasn't, now I'm rapped out
Gotta chase this money like it's nothin' else I care about
Never acting funny, you already know my whereabouts
Pop out with the guys, make a movie, this shit paramount
Shades to hide my eyes, see these goofies when they starin' down
Never be surprised when these groupies bein' toxic
I'm the type of nigga got options
Running up this bag, no stoppin
I just hope a nigga don't try me
I can pull strings, get violent
Loud pack movin' in silence
(Feel like I can't trust a nigga, no)
Interstate, runnin' up mileage
(F*ck them bitches, stack your figures up)
Every single day I gotta stress about a dollar bill
You ain't never hustled for your check, you don't know how I feel
I've been busy hoppin' on them jets, get me outta here
Couple thousand in my cash app, forgot I got it there
Thought that I was on my last lap, I'm just gettin' started, yeah
Go head, baby, throw that ass back like when you party, yeah
Gotta handle business, but I'll be back in the morning, yeah
Niggas couldn't walk up in these slacks if they bought a pair
Sippin' on this slack, ain't no ac' up in my cup
Trippin' on the fact, it was never really love
Why you out here cappin' like I ain't doin' enough
I ain't never acted like you asked for too much
Writer: Andrew Thompson
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