Cien, doscientos, trescientos, cuatrociento', quiniento'
Seisciento', seteciento', ochociento', novenciento', mil
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
I don't even like people, oh, I got a bitch talking
I don't wanna make friends, boy, the back of car's jumping
I don't wanna talk media fans, I don't wanna talk nothing
I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny
Don't hit my line, the money on the other line
I trynna f*cking money bitchs, I got a Savior red wine
All I know is go dork, I don't talk with the birds
I don't care how you feel, pussy board I go first
Don't call with the drama, is tripping as karma
Estaba pobre en el bloque, y ahora yo parto la pana
Yo ando siempre a lo mío, quiero estar siempre a lo mío
Yo estaba roto en el barrio, y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo
Give wap four wap (cash), honest call my
Red dye on my head, red head like Bob
Don't call with the bullshit, we know how to talk
All my homies real trap, all my homies got stress
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
Bankroll bankroll, 'cause all I know
I'm on my shit, I'm on my own
Telephone telephone, money ringtone
Estáis tos' en mí, yo por encima de tos', ooh
'Toy ocupado, contando flush
No estoy pa' la bitch, no estoy pa' tu club
You can't be me, or run on my shoes
I've been PC, flexing on you
'Tá mi nombre en el mapa, no hay que decir palabra
Don't f*ck with the wap tap, trap boy on the trapstars
Scary faces be all around
Get the money and we're all out
Money, bitches, please come me
First of bitches please get out
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
Kidd Keo - These Days Lyrics
Kidd Keo - These Days Lyrics
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Cien, doscientos, trescientos, cuatrociento', quiniento'
Seisciento', seteciento', ochociento', novenciento', mil
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
I don't even like people, oh, I got a bitch talking
I don't wanna make friends, boy, the back of car's jumping
I don't wanna talk media fans, I don't wanna talk nothing
I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny
Don't hit my line, the money on the other line
I trynna f*cking money bitchs, I got a Savior red wine
All I know is go dork, I don't talk with the birds
I don't care how you feel, pussy board I go first
Don't call with the drama, is tripping as karma
Estaba pobre en el bloque, y ahora yo parto la pana
Yo ando siempre a lo mío, quiero estar siempre a lo mío
Yo estaba roto en el barrio, y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo
Give wap four wap (cash), honest call my
Red dye on my head, red head like Bob
Don't call with the bullshit, we know how to talk
All my homies real trap, all my homies got stress
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
Bankroll bankroll, 'cause all I know
I'm on my shit, I'm on my own
Telephone telephone, money ringtone
Estáis tos' en mí, yo por encima de tos', ooh
'Toy ocupado, contando flush
No estoy pa' la bitch, no estoy pa' tu club
You can't be me, or run on my shoes
I've been PC, flexing on you
'Tá mi nombre en el mapa, no hay que decir palabra
Don't f*ck with the wap tap, trap boy on the trapstars
Scary faces be all around
Get the money and we're all out
Money, bitches, please come me
First of bitches please get out
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
Seisciento', seteciento', ochociento', novenciento', mil
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
I don't even like people, oh, I got a bitch talking
I don't wanna make friends, boy, the back of car's jumping
I don't wanna talk media fans, I don't wanna talk nothing
I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny
Don't hit my line, the money on the other line
I trynna f*cking money bitchs, I got a Savior red wine
All I know is go dork, I don't talk with the birds
I don't care how you feel, pussy board I go first
Don't call with the drama, is tripping as karma
Estaba pobre en el bloque, y ahora yo parto la pana
Yo ando siempre a lo mío, quiero estar siempre a lo mío
Yo estaba roto en el barrio, y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo
Give wap four wap (cash), honest call my
Red dye on my head, red head like Bob
Don't call with the bullshit, we know how to talk
All my homies real trap, all my homies got stress
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
Bankroll bankroll, 'cause all I know
I'm on my shit, I'm on my own
Telephone telephone, money ringtone
Estáis tos' en mí, yo por encima de tos', ooh
'Toy ocupado, contando flush
No estoy pa' la bitch, no estoy pa' tu club
You can't be me, or run on my shoes
I've been PC, flexing on you
'Tá mi nombre en el mapa, no hay que decir palabra
Don't f*ck with the wap tap, trap boy on the trapstars
Scary faces be all around
Get the money and we're all out
Money, bitches, please come me
First of bitches please get out
These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name
Writer: Padua Keoma Salas Sanchez, Sohaib Temssamani
Copyright: Lyrics © Ediciones Musicales Clipper's, S.L., CTM Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ediciones Musicales Clipper's, S.L., CTM Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.