Slowday 2

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Paid Will] (Damn, Mar, you bounced that) You know we still gettin' money on a slow day, nigga Yeah You know DaDa Winning Still gettin' money on a slow day (Ayy) Still gettin' money on a slow day [Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will] Yeah, we still gettin' money on a slow day 4K if you want them birdies, that's a low rate The block been bangin' way before we met Jose This bitch tryna kick it with no feet, I'm like, "No way" (Fuck on) Fuck a four-way, if I'm comin', give me whole thing Ask my Cali niggas about Paid, I play no game I just go hard 'cause I remember all them broke days My nigga playin' with millions, you don't need to know bro name (Shh) Was still havin' dog shit, we just keep it quiet (We got it) Let a nigga touch gang, it's gon' be a riot Niggas thugs on the 'net, but in the streets hidin' (Lil' boy) Catchin' plays in the Bronx, it ain't hard to find me (Ayy) Keep a Drac', but I ain't never even been across the border Hook took forty, lawyer hit me for a quarter (Damn) You was on the porch, we really deep off in that water Have bro line you up and I ain't talkin' don't a barber [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Biggs] Still gettin' money on a slow day (Still gettin' to that motherfuckin' check) Yeah, we still gettin' money on a slow day (Yeah) Still gettin' money on a slow day (Woo) Yeah, we still gettin' money on a slow day, nigga (Come on now) [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] Hop up out that bitch, I'm in a new coupe with no roof (Yeah) They ask me 'bout them murders, but them bitches ain't had no proof Came home countin' up them racks until my thumb blue (Yeah) Cappin' to the feds, but in the studio I'm so truth This shit that I done seen, lil' boy, you can't imagine I was baggy, bitch, that's why I'm steady pushin' up my glasses (Fuck) High school, nigga, I was skippin' all my classes (Yeah) 'Cause me and Paid was tryna see which way to stack the fastest (What you got?) Poppin' up on bitches, it's a visit from your daddy Spin around and drop your panties, lil' baby, make it nasty I'm the type of nigga that's gon' make some shit happen In your city gettin' busy, told the plug to send the addy (Send it) On a slow day, I'm still gettin' plenty more pape' Or probably in your baby mama mouth, he thinkin' Colgate Hit a lick for twenty, I touched it and called it foreplay Chopper or the Glock, how you want it? Bitch, have it your way [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Masoe] Still gettin' money on a slow day (Keep gettin' this shit, nigga, this shit gon' stay comin' in) Yeah, we still gettin' money on a slow day (Hundreds, fifties, twenties, fives to the side, lil' nigga) Still gettin' money on a slow day (You not with us, nigga, the fuckin' BandGang, not the BrokeGang, nigga) Yeah, we still gettin' money on a slow day, nigga (Money, money) [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] Oh what a feeling, they let lil' bro out of prison (My nigga on) Your bitch'd get hit, it's all about how I'm feeling I'ma cook the— and let Nita have the dishes My slow day your good day, nigga, we still gettin' it Bitches tell a ho to tie my shoe, I'm more rawer than you We in the same room as niggas, they uncomfortable All I know is get bills like a Huxtable We packaged up, somethin' like a Lunchable Headshot, turn a nigga to a vegetable They all wonderin' what BandGang next to do Try them goons stone lock, sendin' niggas to the moon (Uh-huh?) Money pile, this shit a mess, where the fuck is the broom? Biggs home, we six strong and you niggas is through RIP DaDa, motherfucker, still throw up my two, money