All Day (feat. JAY-Bezzy)

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Shabibz

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Remember the days I ain't getting no sleep and I didn't have cash
Now I'm working so hard I ain't getting no sleep til' I get to the bag
She asked me about myself, that's my old ways
Had to get it by myself, I said All Day
I said All Day, f*ck it f*ck it All Day
I said All Day, f*ck it f*ck it All Day
I'm working hard I ain't getting no sleep til' I get to the bag
She asked me about myself, I said
We in the middle of the party
Oh my God she naughty
Kept you on my side
But you played with me I'm sorry
They won't understand that getting checks is my favorite hobby
And she don't really love me she just wanna' be somebody (Somebody)
Oh my Goddery, Harry Harry Pottery (Ooh)
She riding' this dick, can't keep her off of me
Her mood flip like a switch (Flip like a switch)
Keep that shit off of me
The money the money it call for me
Multiply multiply properties yeah
I'm drinkin' the muddy we sippin' the bubbly the pain I am numbing
The cash I be thumbin' we air it out drum it they know how we coming
You shopping at Ross, I'm shopping at Gucci to me it ain't nothing
I'm hot like an oven, they just be hating the man I'm becoming
Remember the days I ain't getting no sleep and I didn't have cash
Now I'm working so hard I ain't getting no sleep till' I get to the bag
She asked me about myself, that's my old ways
Had to get it by myself, I said All Day
I said All Day, f*ck it f*ck it All Day
I said All Day, f*ck it f*ck it All Day
I'm working hard I ain't getting no sleep till' I get to the bag
She asked me about myself, I said
I want some Designer I want me a Foreign I want me a Yacht
Remember when bitches was dumbin' a nigga won't give me no twat
I'm lit and I'm paid now, now she trynna' give me the box
It's funny how you get some money, all of these bitches gonna' turn to a thot
(Turnt thots)
She know I'm getting money All Day
She trynna' f*ck with the gang cause' we all paid
Thirty round in the clip, let em run up, boop bap hit em' broad day
I know my ops' feeling salty
Talking shit, but I know where they all stay
Pull up on your block with the forty
Shooters they do yeah and they just one call away
I'm probably jumping in the crowd
I'm fucking bouje bitches now
Went to Louis spent some thous'
A lot of niggas jackin' style
They want to watch what I'm doing
They want to watch my movements
Cook it up cook it up
A lot of em said I couldn't do it
Remember the days I ain't getting no sleep and I didn't have cash
(I get it)
Now I'm working so hard I ain't getting no sleep till' I get to the bag
(I did it)
She asked me about myself, that's my old ways (That's my old way)
Had to get it by myself, I said All Day
I said All Day, f*ck it f*ck it All Day
I said All Day, f*ck it f*ck it All Day
I'm working hard I ain't getting no sleep till' I get to the bag
She asked me about myself, I said

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