WHAT A DAY

Yeah, yeah (hundred thousand followers) Okay, alright (Tennessee, you know I do the bill comma) Dyllie Okay, a hundred grand, hundred K Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day Underneath the sun, ain't nothin' new, but it's a sunny day Tryna spend this money like He comin', He ain't runnin' late DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe, cut the cake Hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day Look, chasin' after money make you run in place Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight You don't break that bread up, that's a ton of weight Had to double up on generosity when I upped the fee Know He threw my sin inside the sea, left it on a tree Demons, they be lookin' real depressed, put it on a tee I can't treat the greed like it's a pet and put it on a leash I just need some tender lovin' care, there's a lot of creeps Chasin' waterfalls, lined in the mud, and then He scrubbed me clean Yeah, TLC, I'm good, I feel like GLC Laughin' all the way up to the bank, I feel like Peele and Key Look, I was busy cuttin' up to Calvin, it was killin' me (it really was) Think that's when I met the Lord but felt like He wasn't feelin' me Made it hard to love the poor and widows, let alone the Lord I was focused on the court and if He had acquitted me Okay, I know that Yahweh made the payment, and He payin' me To play with nouns and verbs and make a case to all the laity Lay down all your greed, that's if you payed it if you patiently Waitin' on a check, you could be faithful with your frailty You see these Reeboks on my feet? I got three pair of these But I didn't cop, my single popped, BYOD took care of me Secured the fee apparently, and now I got security Ten go to Melchizedek, ten go to a charity Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day Underneath the sun, ain't nothin' new, but it's a sunny day Tryna spend this money like He comin', He ain't runnin' late DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe, cut the cake Hundred grand, hundred K, hundred bands, what a day Look, chasin' after money make you run in place Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight Yeah, you don't break that bread up, that's a ton of weight I just got a hundred thousand followers Dyllie, you so musical, she ain't talkin' Oliver? We got lots of chemistry, what is that, a polymer? Indie tribe is in the house, like an ankle monitor? Look, thank God for the platform, ink all in my passport Industry is cold as Minnesota, better pack warm Me and 'Vello, that's two W's like tax forms Jon and Mogli tied the knot, need you to clap for 'em (thank you) I pity the fool, I take that back, Philippians 2 Had some friends I kicked it with that disappeared like Freddy Adu My girl sweet like honey in my tummy, feel like Winnie the Pooh Funny like Arsenio, mixed with Mineo, makin' William 2 Yeah, oh, yeah, get paid off the internet like Comcast Most the stuff I'm hearin' on the internet is bombast Had a vision we in life in heaven, and we all last 'Course there ain't no internet in heaven, I said, "At long last" Sheesh I said bombast Like bombastic, like Shaggy I'm still goin' Bostic Hundred grand, hundred K Hundred bands, what a day