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Joshua Hardy
Joshua Hardy
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Nathaniel Hardy
Nathaniel Hardy
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Ooo, damn another day another dollar Ooo, damn these fucking bills about to pile up Ooo, damn ain't stressing ain't no time for sorrow Ooo, damn I'm living like it's no tomorrow Let's get a check and run it up and come alive Ay, ay, ay But girl you can't be fucking up the vibe Killing off my feng shui Stuck in between damn I need to get my shit together And life's too short so I'm with whatever You quick to sweat her but I'm quick to get her Keep it pimping but I'm never mixing business with the pleasure I'm just trying to secure that bag 88 I'm back again Coming for that sack just like a quarter back I'm tackling Single for a second, basic bitches they kept flashing in Girl your conversation asinine, but that ass a ten Attitude is terrible too, just like a bad toddler Spoiled lil chick her bottoms red and her bag Prada I came from the bottom, bottom fed never had nada Reminisce on nights when I was down to my last dollar Gotta flip it, and turn that to a quick five Not a digit, now I look up to rich guys Trying to get wise Bitch I got a bucket list of bucks to get Won't stop till I touch the shit In my way then suck a... Ooo, damn another day another dollar Ooo, damn these fucking bills about to pile up Ooo, damn aint stressing aint no time for sorrow Ooo, damn I'm living like it's no tomorrow Let's get a check and run it up and come alive Ay, ay, ay But girl you can't be fucking up the vibe Killing off my feng shui Renaissance man on my Donald Glover shit I can make your bitch laugh, I can write another hit I got country cousins in Atlanta mama just confirmed Got a lot in common cause that Paper, boy we trying to earn Yea, she got some tree she trying to burn I'm straight, though this ain't no kind of perm And I'm done getting my heart broken trust me that's the end of that Love means Nothing, that's a tennis match And in fact Lately she been trying to leave you got your lady panicking See me and I'm fresher than a fucking Macy's Manikin Once Matt Damon, going Good will hunting For some random niggas hand me downs Now you got to hand me crowns These women trying to up the ante now She said she want Chanel before you pull them Panty's down Ha! Bitch I got a bucket list of bucks to get Won't stop till I touch the shit In my way then suck a... Ooo, damn another day another dollar Ooo, damn these fucking bills about to pile up Ooo, damn ain't stressing ain't no time for sorrow Ooo, damn I'm living like it's no tomorrow Let's get a check and run it up and come alive Ay, ay, ay But girl you can't be fucking up the vibe Killing off my feng shui
Writer(s): Nathaniel Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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