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Lyrics

[Intro] Come on (What? What?) [Chorus] Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime) Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin') I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans) I smell them haters all they do is talk on me Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate) Ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy) I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy [Verse 1] I was in the 645 like quarter to seven Them times I used to push it like Salt-N-Pepa I was all about my money, didn't care 'bout opps Then niggas got jealous, then the straps got copped They gonna wait 'til I die then call me a legend Or bang me in jail, then slam me a sentence You see, summer '14, that was one to remember These niggas talk about the ting, but I'm really a member These niggas so full of hate tryna fuck up the bread I got a whip full of smoke, make 'em run to the feds I ain't doing it for likes, let 'em gas up his head You know it's one more strike then pussy fi dead It's like, I ain't since niggas in a minute, ain't partied in a minute I'm growing up, man, I'm starting to admit it And they really try take me for a timid, push me to the limit Like I wasn't bussin' MACs on a pivot [Chorus] Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime) Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin') I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans) I smell them haters all they do is talk on me Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate) Ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy) I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy [Verse 2] And I come from bruddas tryna burst me to giving out turkeys We was outside lurking, but now I'm moving with a purpose Ayy, I might rock Jordans or shoes on a church ting On the right side of thirty, I'll do a do man dirty Move sick like lurgies, gal sweet like Werthers Best back off, I'm nervous, back shots with my shirt off These days I read books, meditate in the sauna Skrrt, skrrt, then I skrrt off, I'm that brudda you should learn from 'Cause I'm dirty, try to cross me like Burberry But the WAP game entry, took him to school like nursery I got these opps in the bed cracking jokes with nurses I just copped five acres, started out robbing purses Ten K for this verse, ten K on these curtains Spent a milli' on the yard and I done it on purpose I got these snakes in the grass, man, they moving all nervous Man, I heard he got shot, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, curtains [Chorus] Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime) Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin') I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans) I smell them haters all they do is talk on me Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate) Ayy-ayy I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy) Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime) Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin') I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans) I smell them haters all they do is talk on me Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate) Ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy) I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy [Outro] Come on, man This ain't no overnight ting, know what I'm sayin'? Pour that red wine Take the time In the end it get better, at the end of climbin' Know what I'm sayin'? Right now we gotta vibe to this We start vibin' Fekky, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah