Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curren$y
Performer
DJ.Fresh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shante Franklin
Songwriter
Marqus Brown
Songwriter
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
Devion Toussant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ.Fresh
Producer
Shawn Beats
Producer
Mark Breezy
Executive Producer
Flu
Recording Engineer
Dirty Decibelz
Mixing Engineer
Million Dollar Snare
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Same thing everyday, **** got to press the line
Make sure that I add to the paper stack before I go back inside
**** rolled up a fat one
I got the hard top fold and the red one
Hella cars, lowriders and the fast ones
Press the poll track door when you stash some'
This a selfie junt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for
And the Porsche console, got the passport
[Verse 1]
Yeah, her ass fat, but her mind whack
I don't think it cost some other **** to kick it with you
I'm 'bout business and the figures associated with it
I got rich by proving suckers wrong, who didn't listen?
The game encrypted in every verse, ****
I seen you bringing that girl lunch to work, ****
She clocked out, came straight to my turf, ****
Jet life, I ain't trippin', hoes surf in it
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah, same thing everyday
**** got to press the line
Make sure that I add to my paper stack before I go back inside
Just rolled up a fat one, I got the hard top fold and the red one
Hella cars, lowriders and the fast ones
Press the poll track door when you stash some'
This a selfie junt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for
And the Porsche console, got the passport
[Bridge]
DJ Fresh
Paul Wall paper, aye, aye
[Verse 2]
I'm on the grind, getting mine post-haste
It's money to be made, not a moment to waste
Trying to block me from my paper, please about face
I got expensive taste, big paper I chase
Big faces in my pocket, plus the bread in the bank
If you think the game is easy, then you did not think
Dedication to the mission, with precision I aim
I'm onto the next hustle, I don't care who's to blame
When the plans went south, I climbed my way out
Put that shit in the past, found another route
Nothing's going to stop me from stacking my commas up
Partner, I'ma grind till my time is up
As long as Cadillac keep making cars and Johnny make chains
I'ma find a way to stack me some change
It's diamonds on my fangs and candy on my drop
And all of it came from the black top, from grinding, getting guap
You know what I'm talmbout?
You know what I'm saying?
[Chorus]
Yeah, same thing everyday
**** got to press the line
Make sure that I add to my paper stack before I go back inside
Just rolled up a fat one, I got the hard top fold and the red one
Hella cars, lowriders and the fast ones
Press the poll track door when you stash some'
This a selfie junt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for
And the Porsche console, got the passport
This a selfie junt, I don't pass nothing
Fuck did you come out the house without no gas, son?
Self made, hand out, never asked for
And the Porsche console, got the passport
Written by: Devion Toussant, Marqus Brown, Paul Slayton, Shante Franklin


