Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Wheezy Beats)
Money on the floor, money on the floor
Go ahead and get it baby, money on the floor
Money in the sky, money in
or FED time
I'm lookin', I'm ahead now
right now, get 'em dead straight
Drive-bys in broad day, yeah, that's what they all say
A true trap nigga
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
and raised by the west
Verse 1:
My name be reakon hang on a second
Let me hit a ghaw as the ghaw she's beacon
(Exhaul sound) I feel much better
Now let me
a better me
Worth holding onto
Still some things I need to work through
Better off than where I started
But hoping for better days ahead
Facing my
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
you (killin' you)
I promise there'll be better days
Just keep walkin' straight (there'll be better days, just keep walkin' straight)
I know you must
the Gain
Day by day
It's a Grace by Grace
Better days ahead (ay)
Pray for life extend (ay)
Baba God is there (so)
We go have our daily bread ('cause)
Better
he would write
So he sat down by her table
And they talked about the weather
98.6 and rising down
By Boulder Dam that day
And she told him she
maybe I'm just ahead of myself
Let me slow down, slow your Camaro
I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump your bones to the marrow
Got me under your control
partner want some we can do it again
Okay, H-U-S-T-L-E G-A-N-G, yeah wait
Yeah, pull up, pull up, hop out, hop out
All about the dollar, better go ahead
of better days ahead
And by his words your fortune?s read
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
to the better day
Hesitate to listen what they have to say
I just operate in my own fucking way
Taking it all day by day
Fuck what you have to say
I feel like
The modern day version
With better features
Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that shit Blue
You own it
Oh what a feeling
Picasso
walking through the club
Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love
Pimp by day, pimp by night
Pimp haters make me keep my pimp game tight
See y'all
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9
walking through the club
Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love
Pimp by day, pimp by night
Pimp haters make me keep my pimp game tight
See y'all
again my heart's on the shelf
And i still don't know who you are
But I'll look past this and I'll turn the page
Keep my eyes on whats ahead
Take it day by
Good woman by your side
Clear skies ahead
Better Days
Bad women, bad whiskey, bad jobs; we've all had our share
Bad bars, crap cars, bad breaks; time
Stay with me
Will you never ever leave me
Oh, just stay with me
The rain will disappear
Oh baby, you will see
Better days are lining up ahead
filled with glee
But there won't be any more
Clear, strange, and misty lore
Will be many days ahead.
Will be day - almost the same
God has better ones,
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