Lyrics:
time to create 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through
time to create 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through
What, what
Uh, uh
What, uh
What, yeah
Uh, yo
Yo, what
Yo, uh
Yo, uh
[Charli]
Say Mobb Deep, niggas go sorry
Niggas might rob me
See niggas we ball
him to pay some lawyer fees, please
Ball hard, do it big, get the money
You could work a nine to five, do it all by the book
You could hustle
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
pray the lord going bless me with some cake dawg
Work hard play harder
Work hard play harder
Work hard play harder
Stay humble and give thanks
funeral hurt
Wit da sledd nigga im john gotti
Call that nigga my kid he under my posse
Ion rock tom ford boy u know this dolce gabana
Tryna play in
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all
Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all
Chorus
Verse Three: Sheek Luchion
Yo, hard as it is
a high speed
I make it look easy but its too hard to copy
Im a boss bitch I call shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you
over. Aye Greg remember when we road all night. Riding round bumping on yo Gotti life. That’s back when I was KT they called you Ice Mic. You was
King shit yeah, yo
Yeah who else we got?
You know who it is work
Sorry for the wait, my nigga work, work
I showed you niggas love with the work
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
N****, we go hard
I'm loud
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(I ain't
play about me
And they slide everyday about me
I'm coming in the same way that I leave
That's hard than a bitch
I won't stop til all of rich
I'm in L.A.
like EA
So sporty bitch call me Spalding
No time for yo stalling
When these dime breeds keep calling
It was in the plan for me coming up
Work too hard
Hit yo head like we play'n volley
Stay in balance no melancholy
UBC speed like Ferrari
The Cavalry them my Carnales
Monkey style this rap karate
And I been in so many collisions by puttin' shit off till later
I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always
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