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We$t Money - Look for It Lyrics



We$t Money - Look for It Lyrics




I can't get it in my head anymore
All the stories I was told before
Life is work it's like chore after chore
I hope one day they get my clothes off the floor

I hear haters knockin' on my door
My phone do not disturb I'm tryin' to ignore
Life ain't easy like 1, 2, 3, 4
But if you grind, life won't be like it was before

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

What city were you born in?
West Monroe is where I'm from, it ain't foreign
A small town with a lot of poor men
But it don't compare like down in New Orleans

I Can't get it in my head anymore
All the stories I was told before
Life is work it's like chore after chore
I hope one day they get my clothes off the floor

I hear haters knockin' on my door
My phone do not disturb I'm tryin' to ignore
Life ain't easy like 1, 2, 3, 4
But if you grind, life won't be like it was before

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

What city were you born in?
West Monroe is where I'm from, it ain't foreign
A small town with a lot of poor men
But it don't compare like down in New Orleans
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I can't get it in my head anymore
All the stories I was told before
Life is work it's like chore after chore
I hope one day they get my clothes off the floor

I hear haters knockin' on my door
My phone do not disturb I'm tryin' to ignore
Life ain't easy like 1, 2, 3, 4
But if you grind, life won't be like it was before

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

What city were you born in?
West Monroe is where I'm from, it ain't foreign
A small town with a lot of poor men
But it don't compare like down in New Orleans

I Can't get it in my head anymore
All the stories I was told before
Life is work it's like chore after chore
I hope one day they get my clothes off the floor

I hear haters knockin' on my door
My phone do not disturb I'm tryin' to ignore
Life ain't easy like 1, 2, 3, 4
But if you grind, life won't be like it was before

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

I can't shout it out, I can't get it out
I can't get the words to come right out of my mouth
But when you search for em, when you look for it
Deep down you'll find the words all along you were storin'

What city were you born in?
West Monroe is where I'm from, it ain't foreign
A small town with a lot of poor men
But it don't compare like down in New Orleans
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Writer: Adam Harper
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: We$t Money
Length: 2:33
Written by: Adam Harper

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