Wi$e - Lucky No. 7 Lyrics

I was takin trips
Across the border
I was payin
$65 for the quarter
In the presidential suite
Close the curtains
Quit my 9-5
Bitch I'm workin
Wi$e run the gate
I pulled a hammy
I got a shorty speaking Spanish
From Miami
All my niggas know
I want a Grammy
Mind on point
I never popped a zanny
But them kush clouds
Kept me from insanity
I keep a bad bitch
Worried bout her vanity
Man these lil niggas know
They bet not play with me
You better get your girlfriend
She actin like she stay with me

Yeah
Rookie of the year
This ain't my second wind
Call this lucky number 7
I just get it in
I put that money up
Get it on the back end
I push a big body
Best if I just back in
Yeah
Rookie of the year
This ain't my second wind
Call this lucky number 7
I just get it in
I put that money up
Get it on the back end
I push a big body
Best if I just back in

If money is the motive
Then you lost
Shorty say I'm cold
Baby girl
You feel the frost
If we talking big bidness
Bitch I'm playing golf
Wrist look like
I'm dipped in it
Yea I'm talkin sauce
I was too clean
Could've been the mascot
Like I had a 3 piece
Cranberry ascot
How he ice cold
But he still
Mad hot?
Always had a hustle
I was workin out the sandbox
Said I wanna rap
It was a joke
Then I talk to God
And He told me go for broke
Now they wave the white flag
They don't want smoke
Still in my big bag
Back against the ropes

Okay
Rookie of the year
This ain't my second wind
Call this lucky number 7
I just get it in
I put that money up
Get it on the back end
I push a big body
Best if I just back in
Yeah
Rookie of the year
This ain't my second wind
Call this lucky number 7
I just get it in
I put that money up
Get it on the back end
I push a big body
Best if I just back in