Got It All Day

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] Got it all day, don't wanna talk, got what you need Got them bricks of girl and we got raw and 'bows of weed Who you shoppin' with if you ain't shoppin' with the kid? I brought all my nigs, all we know is do it big I been fresh since a kid, ask about me in the streets Hit your ass in a wig, ask about us when it's beef Whole hood in the feds, only one still on the streets So until I sit down, I'ma ball like the heat Walk in Somerset and spend a thousand on my feet Walk inside the club, spend a thousand on a freak Tees in the summer, in the winter, it's the mink You already know how I do, bitch, it's me Ain't no cap in my rap, ain't no shame in my game I got dirt in my soda, got VSs in my chain You ain't never seen a check for fifty thousand in your name I done bust down Rollies, I done left them bitches plain Ten on my now, why you think I'm poppin' shit? Racks on me in the booth, them bitches give me confidence Bitch niggas still hatin', but they still ain't stoppin' shit I'ma go do my time, come back home and drop a Bent' Fuck the rap game, I can't say that shit enough Thirty in my pocket, you ain't made this in a month Hit me if you shoppin', I got flavors in the trunk You can't buy the whole thing, I'll break them bitches up Fourteen hundred for the sweater 'cause it's Gucci Smell like Creed, make a ho give me that coochie Lights, cameras, action, in the club makin' movies When I speak on the blender, nigga, we ain't makin' smoothies Talkin' 'bout them grams of raw, what's your budget? Sell 'em for a hundred a gram 'cause you can cut it You can put a half on one and they'll love it Take this shit out of town, come back a rich motherfucker I done broke hella scales, I done broke bitches' hearts Nigga, I done been broke, that's how I broke my granny jar Twenty-eight when it's soft, twenty-four when it's hard I'll put the strap down and break a pussy nigga jaw Sixty on the watch, yeah, I do this shit for Soda Twenty on the chain, I'ma do this 'til it's over Seen my nigga Fuji get indicted in Dakota I don't talk on the phone, wanna see me, bitch, come over Iced Up Records, Ghetto Boyz, Wavy Gang, ho Forty niggas with us, bitch, we got 'bout eighty chains on Listenin' to, "Fuck the Chicken Up," that's my theme song I'll fuck some chicken up and leave out with your main ho Bitch, I'm in the mafia, I ain't talkin' Dame, though All blues on me, bitch, but I ain't in no gang, though Yeah, that nigga might be gettin' money, but he lame, though Million-dollar nigga, that's without a watch and chain on, bitch [Outro] Ayy Let the beat ride out, Dave You already know we ain't doin' hooks no more, nigga That shit over, let's go