What It's Gone Be

Lyrics

[Chorus: D-Day & Tamoya Bell] Hey Pocket full a dough, headed to the store Like what it's gone be with it Hey, had the pedal to the floor and the Chevy on 4's Like I'm rollin' with me with it Hey, what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Hey Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be [Verse 1: E-40] I roast a ho I'm Lieutenant Roast-a-Botch, ask about me though I don't play no childish games and I don't fuck with lames I'm a top hat in the game, playin' with a little change On the 1300 block that's where I learned my knowledge Narcotic vendor, A-1 yola, not that garbage Me love to smoke the reefer, make me feel so irie Me love to blow sativa keep me woke and hyphy Sometimes the quietest one in the room is the loudest Sometimes the loudest one in the room is the cowardest When there's a play in motion, best believe I'm in it Long as it makes good business sense and we winnin' I landed on Earth in a spaceship coming from Mars With a pencil and a notepad full of bars Started cookin' up coke in pots and pickle jars If I wanted to every day I could buy a new car Biatch! [Chorus: D-Day & Tamoya Bell] Hey Pocket full a dough, headed to the store Like what it's gone be with it Hey, had the pedal to the floor and the Chevy on 4's Like I'm rollin' with me with it Hey, what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Hey Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be [Verse 2: D Day] In the store, like what it's gone be Either ??? Or Hennessey homie let's see Two packs of the wraps for that loud pack And a fat pack of Magnums, how 'bout that Whoa, had a pocket full of dough Headed to the store, like what it's gone be nigga Whoa, had the pedal to the floor and the Chevy on 4's Like who rollin' with me nigga Uh, had to stop and check my profile For the ones who ain't knowin', bet they know now I'm the one used to kick it with the slow style While I kick back and let the dough pile, wow Yeah, got me chillin' with my folks And these niggas know I'm fittin' to smoke, where your lighters at? Whoa, got me puffin' on the do' And these niggas know I be lovin' when it's like that Uh, right back to business In other words, yeah we still on fitness Take a sip of my drink when I finish Y'all know how I'm gonna end this [Chorus: D-Day & Tamoya Bell] Hey Pocket full a dough, headed to the store Like what it's gone be with it Hey, had the pedal to the floor and the Chevy on 4's Like I'm rollin' with me with it Hey, what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Hey Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be [Verse 3: E-40] Uh, what it's gone be I could sell honey to a bee I could sell a locksmith a key Sell a dispensary some tree I got the mouthpiece of a P A pimp A bitch I'll never be A simp Used to be underprivileged Now I drink Privilege Release my love ones in the penitentiary Buyin' my music through CorrLinks and JPay Hella swole, come up out the shirt Calisthenics, burpees and bar work Was raised in a quicksand habitat Where the majority was Filipino and black You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down? If you can't swim, you bound to drown Biatch! [Chorus: D-Day & Tamoya Bell] Hey Pocket full a dough, headed to the store Like what it's gone be with it Hey, had the pedal to the floor and the Chevy on 4's Like I'm rollin' with me with it Hey, what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Hey Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be Tell me what it's gone be