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Everyday Everyday Everyday Everyday I gotta hustle Everyday I gotta shine I wake up every morning With money on my mind I gotta push my verte I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday) Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday) I gotta push my verte I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Nothin' else matter but the money Nothin' else matter but the money Fuck a nigga hatin' Niggas used to pull up in the bucket Now the seven tre cost a hundred You don't wanna run it Need a couple mil', I can front it Everything you do, I done, done it I just keep it one hundred Every day a nigga gettin' blunted And I'm with a white snow bunny Heard you got problems Glock 40 on me for the dummies And I got a little for your buddies Homie don't play that Swear boy, that's word to my momma She just told me focus on the comma's Boy that's every day I just wanna get it ten ways Rollie and a pair of new J's Every day I wake I gotta thank the Lord for the day Then I gotta go and get paid Oh my goodness Ain't drived the Porsche in a month My Range Rover make a nigga hush Fuck nigga what? Sorry if I'm being too blunt I gotta show a hater how to stunt Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million I'ma go get it nigga, I'ma go get it nigga, I'ma go get it Everyday I gotta hustle Everyday I gotta shine I wake up every morning With money on my mind I gotta push my verte I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday) Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday) I gotta push my verte I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Boy I'm getting money like a Sheikh Quarter mil', make it in a week Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech A couple bad bitches in the Jeep 20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large Coulda went and bought a new Benz But instead I just put it on the wrist And your bitch love it Rich nigga but I'm still thuggin' Broke nigga's stay mean muggin' Used to have trouble with the four door Ford Now I'm tryin' make the Forbes Ya'll ain't seen nothin' Ain't even trippin', promise I'ma die real nigga And free my homeboys in the system Stay prayed up, every day my mind made up Everyday riding with it tucked, never caught slippin' 'Case they wanna push they luck Try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing Wooh, wooh I love it when the beat go to ride out I got a yellow bone stripper at the trap house I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine Everyday I gotta hustle Everyday I gotta shine I wake up every morning With money on my mind I gotta push my verte I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday) Ooh, every-everyday (Everyday) I gotta push my verte I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Writer(s): Antoine Mccolister, Ian Brandon Lewis, Benjamin Diehl Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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