End of the Day

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Yeah Oh, Oh yeah Nigga it's like that, it's like doom doom doom Bro my nigga By all means you got my respect man Ahhhh [Chorus : Houdini] End of The Day, I'm gonna go and get paid We poppin champagne Whole lotta chains no slave Up in the field, better play it safe 'Cause any day could be your day Get to the bag like Ándale Man, this shit feel like a race And I ain't doin this shit for fame I had to come up off a K Cuz still drippin like the rain Man these niggas don't got no aim You better not crash up in my lane Too much money out there to make I can't put up with the fake I know it's real at the end of the day [Verse: J Neat] Ay, at the end of the day My shooters shoot when I say I still turn the 4 into a 8 My traphouse jump all day These rickity racks, play with them don't get attached (?) I get a bag no cap I ain't drippin bitch im splashin Run up on me in the trap Wipe your nose just like a napkin In the bando with the mandems (?) I smoke cookie like i'm Santa I sell white like Hannah Montana And my bitch bad like Rihanna [Chorus: Houdini] End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid Poppin champagne Ho' lotta chains no slave Up in the field, better play it safe 'Cause any day could be your day Get to the bag like Ándale Man, this shit feel like a race And I ain't doin this shit for fame I had to come up off a (?) Cuz still drippin like the rain And these niggas don't got no aim You better not crash up in my lane Too much money i'm there to make I can't put up with the fake I know it's real at the end of the day [Verse 2: Houdini] Uh, I know it's real at the end of the day Bro got a Glock with a whole lotta aim Mixin exotic with no name He savin a hole think he need him a cage She want me or J Neat, man that battri they take Make them fall down just like some rain Ball a lot of bounce,yeah ain't got no range Get a big rack so it's okay You sayin you real and you so fake Get to the bag ain't go a bae Look how much racks we had to take Up in the trap, I had to stay Flipping a pack like Ándale We had choice but to get paid Cro on the run dodging the rain We living life at the end of the day [Chorus : Houdini] End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid Poppin champagne Ho' lotta chains no slave Up in the field, better play it safe 'Cause any day could be your day Get to the bag like Ándale Man, this shit feel like a race And I ain't doin this shit for fame I had to come up off a (?) Cuz still drippin like the rain And these niggas don't got no aim You better not crash up in my lane Too much money i'm there to make I can't put up with the fake I know it's real at the end of the day