JR. Chip - No Days Off Lyrics

Black hoodie I'm just on my ace boogie
Trying to play it cool while I get paid in full
That's no taxes
I could never settle We been through too much for average
Pray we have it all before they lay me in my casket
Lost some close homies and I still ain't got past it
And they even dead yet that fake love so tragic
This forty made of plastic
But still a snatch ya soul
I ain't saying ima killa' but you know how it go

I ain't got no kick it for nan funny nigga
I wake up and to the damn money nigga
I swear you should see what I feel like
30 floors off the ground while we getting high

And I ain't taking no mess from em think they running shit take they legs from em
My worst can handle the best from em
Mans lucky I ain't drop last summer

I'm just saying this shit 100 and yo shit a b minus
We on the come up hoping 12 try sneak up behind us
I been locked away so I had to drop a reminder
You know real gs move in silence lasagna

This that retro Wayne
You know pure propane
Niggas clones R2-D2s all the same
Bout to go up pop one pop two bye bye pain
Trying to find my way to the money avoiding the fame
F*ck with Ciicii and it come with more smoke than a train
Betta stay in ya lane better min

Don't put ya trust in a nigga
Ya Stack the paper up quicker
I was thinking six figures
Moving on to something bigger

Ayy

No weapon formed against me gonna prosper
Remember not eating now it's crab and lobster
And pasta and steak and
What you want tonight babe and
I could use some Dusse
Blowing hundreds like change

And if one ball then we all ball
Even if we got to go and take y'all ball
Told my dawgs we ain't taking no days off
Getting to the money yea on or off the clock

We was having rough times we got through that there
No limit with it they like how you do that there
I ain't dick ride for it I ain't asking for favors
I'ma be my own man til I meet my maker

Got to stick to plan watch em switch up like trans
I'm rolling up out the bag kid that's 400 grams
Got to stick to plan watch em switch up like trans
I'm rolling up out the bag kid that's 400 grams

I got affection for the drugs
I'm on the south side with the thugs
You know that Adro got the buds
You know they JJ got the stick
See it its gun shots no pics
You know it's all hits no miss
Niggas be playing sides like Twix

And if one ball then we all ball
Even if we got to go and take y'all ball
Told my dawgs we ain't taking no days off
Getting to the money yea on or off the clock