Every Chance I Get Song Lyrics
Tay Keith, this too hardWe The Best MusicTay Keith, fuck these niggas upAnother oneDJ Khaled
Scratched a million off my checklist three years agoAdd two zeros to the one, I’m in a different modeThis my life, do what I want, I be with different hoesYou know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her homeI got rich off strong, we get ’em in and get ’em goneYou know Trappy just got out, I ain’t have to put him onWe the ones who got the numbers, who put the city onIt’s the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on
My demon time ain’t nothing niceI try not to wear nothing twiceI came up off of shooting dice, yeahMy lil’ brother ain’t living rightMy sis’ and ’em doing aightMy cuz and ’em still serving life, yeah
Seen a robber rob a deaconI seen a preacher get caught for cheatingI’ll break the bank for one of my peopleI said, “I’m the one, ” they didn’t believe meI show ’em the facts, then they all need meI’ma get cake as long as I’m breathingThey making it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I getI want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wristAll these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitchThey get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticksSoon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that bitchYou can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mixMoney, cars, and clothes, and hoesYou know I live in the mix, money, cars, and clothes, and hoes
Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m notOne person come tell me, we fuck up your blockWatch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (keep going)
Put my kids in GivenchyShe must think one plus one is threeI can’t support you personallyShe don’t got a mortgage, moved in with her nieceThese niggas be capping, them cars be leasedYoungest in charge, I speak for the streetsI was nodding off, they woke up a beastStruggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, we didn’t have nothing to eatSoon as I get on his ass, they gon’ look at me better, like“Damn, he was fucking with me, ” yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I getI want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wristAll these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitchThey get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticksSoon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that bitchYou can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mixMoney, cars, and clothes, and hoesYou know I live in the mix, money, cars, and clothes, and hoes
I’m from the trenchesNiggas be tough on the ‘net, but really be there for attentionBitches be talking like they really richBut really be begging me under my picturesI’ll give her 40-50, 000 cash to start up a businessI’ll spend that shit at the dentistI’d rather fuck her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings
I’m in the Lambo’ truck in my hood, nobody gon’ tell me shitGoing to Cali’, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon’ mail me shitDice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don’t sell me shitBaby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really rich
Drop the load, ain’t no room right now, I took her to the O’Then I pulled up on the Lamb’ ’cause she a fan of Boonie MoeI got the city on lock, uh, fucking up all the oppsI be around with three million dollars in jewelryI’m standing on all the blocksThis the anthem, mhmDropping the six in the Fanta, mmmBlack Rolls truck with the all-white seats remind me of sitting on Panda, mmm
I love my cousin, she was a dancerI love my brother, he was a scammerSit on my lap ’cause I’m pulling her tracksAnd I fuck from the back ’cause she calling me handsome, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I getI want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wristAll these hoes fuck on us all, I wish I would claim that bitchThey get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticksSoon as they say we can’t come, you know we’ll run ’round that bitchYou can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mixMoney, cars and clothes and hoesYou know I live in the mix, money, cars and clothes and hoes
We The Best MusicAnother one