What a beautiful day to get paid
What a wonderful day to get money
Said "I'm tryna cop an estate"
They all - shit
Said "I'm tryna cop an estate"
They all looked at me funny
Shawty I'm stuck in my ways
It's either you or the hunnids
This one girl asked why I speak so damn poetic
I just say what I feel, I'm keepin it real, I'm gettin' them bands forever
And shawty been bussin' off pills, I'm turnin' the wheel, we listen to Tram together
I'm tellin' you still, this shit ain't drill, the music gone last forever
6 foot 2, I'm cramped up in this backseat
Ridin' Uber Blacks around NYC, I order those like taxis
My girl classy, but I'm far from that, got rips all in these black jeans
I drop a new fit, she know what that means
I move to quick like I'm on the track team
Boy just quit, you can't get past me (Shit)
I like rappin, but I spark that shit and turn on Tyler and Frank (Wait)
Linked some bad shit, she so fine I forgot what I wanted to say
I still get so anxious with 'em, spark up a joint if I wanna spit game
I just upped my rank, forget it
All of that money and you still lame
That bread don't change a thing if you ain't got no swag, do it?
Them hoes won't love you back when you go get your bag, stupid
Fine shit say that she like this song cuz it got some sass to it
She told me pull up and I do magic, she got that ass movin'
Shake it, ayy, shake it, ayy, shake it, uh
Talk ya shit from inside that lil office, I get paid to speak
I lost track of how many brand new hits that I just made this week
I just asked her who's her favorite rapper, and she say it's me
Damn, bae that's the perfect answer
I don't need to hit no strip club, you the the perfect dancer
Oh you said you born in July? Girl, you my favorite cancer
Ayy, damn, damn, whatever that means
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What a beautiful day to get paid
What a wonderful day to get money
Said "I'm tryna cop an estate"
They all - shit
Said "I'm tryna cop an estate"
They all looked at me funny
Shawty I'm stuck in my ways
It's either you or the hunnids
This one girl asked why I speak so damn poetic
I just say what I feel, I'm keepin it real, I'm gettin' them bands forever
And shawty been bussin' off pills, I'm turnin' the wheel, we listen to Tram together
I'm tellin' you still, this shit ain't drill, the music gone last forever
6 foot 2, I'm cramped up in this backseat
Ridin' Uber Blacks around NYC, I order those like taxis
My girl classy, but I'm far from that, got rips all in these black jeans
I drop a new fit, she know what that means
I move to quick like I'm on the track team
Boy just quit, you can't get past me (Shit)
I like rappin, but I spark that shit and turn on Tyler and Frank (Wait)
Linked some bad shit, she so fine I forgot what I wanted to say
I still get so anxious with 'em, spark up a joint if I wanna spit game
I just upped my rank, forget it
All of that money and you still lame
That bread don't change a thing if you ain't got no swag, do it?
Them hoes won't love you back when you go get your bag, stupid
Fine shit say that she like this song cuz it got some sass to it
She told me pull up and I do magic, she got that ass movin'
Shake it, ayy, shake it, ayy, shake it, uh
Talk ya shit from inside that lil office, I get paid to speak
I lost track of how many brand new hits that I just made this week
I just asked her who's her favorite rapper, and she say it's me
Damn, bae that's the perfect answer
I don't need to hit no strip club, you the the perfect dancer
Oh you said you born in July? Girl, you my favorite cancer
Ayy, damn, damn, whatever that means
What a wonderful day to get money
Said "I'm tryna cop an estate"
They all - shit
Said "I'm tryna cop an estate"
They all looked at me funny
Shawty I'm stuck in my ways
It's either you or the hunnids
This one girl asked why I speak so damn poetic
I just say what I feel, I'm keepin it real, I'm gettin' them bands forever
And shawty been bussin' off pills, I'm turnin' the wheel, we listen to Tram together
I'm tellin' you still, this shit ain't drill, the music gone last forever
6 foot 2, I'm cramped up in this backseat
Ridin' Uber Blacks around NYC, I order those like taxis
My girl classy, but I'm far from that, got rips all in these black jeans
I drop a new fit, she know what that means
I move to quick like I'm on the track team
Boy just quit, you can't get past me (Shit)
I like rappin, but I spark that shit and turn on Tyler and Frank (Wait)
Linked some bad shit, she so fine I forgot what I wanted to say
I still get so anxious with 'em, spark up a joint if I wanna spit game
I just upped my rank, forget it
All of that money and you still lame
That bread don't change a thing if you ain't got no swag, do it?
Them hoes won't love you back when you go get your bag, stupid
Fine shit say that she like this song cuz it got some sass to it
She told me pull up and I do magic, she got that ass movin'
Shake it, ayy, shake it, ayy, shake it, uh
Talk ya shit from inside that lil office, I get paid to speak
I lost track of how many brand new hits that I just made this week
I just asked her who's her favorite rapper, and she say it's me
Damn, bae that's the perfect answer
I don't need to hit no strip club, you the the perfect dancer
Oh you said you born in July? Girl, you my favorite cancer
Ayy, damn, damn, whatever that means
Writer: 1kantrm .
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