Hard Work

Hard work gon pay off I be high off this money, I don't know what they be on Grind on my day off Want diamonds and the rings, and I don't settle for the playoffs Going for the chips All them hoes at the mansion, tryna rip the gate off Joey tryna stay off Tell em take their shoes off, make sure they stay off Fuck nigga way off My young boys shooters, Steph Curry in the playoffs Going for the chips Fat Joe gonna call the genie, get the weight off Bitch we gone stay on She gone like 8 homes Bought a lot of cars just to match my 8 homes Body after body in my city till the tape gone Red tape, shoot em till the morgue, ain't no headaches Me, Chinx, Montana, we be flexing on em Don't try em, them nigga's they keep that weapon on em Rondo in that jail cause nigga's telling on him Got money in London but I'm a felon homie First seen a brick, I'm like ayo Thirty thousand cash, I'm an a-hole Pop the pussy quick when the cash thrown Yeah yeah yeah yeah Hard work gone pay off I'm addicted to the lean, popping pills, can't stay off Can't take a day off My young boy run up on you with the K, blow your brain off Shawty can't stay off She ain't bringing nothing to the table, cut the bitch straight off Take her to the ship She got seasick, called up, need the day off Reggie in the playoff I got high all winter then went and took May off Shawty bust it open, jump right on it Cracker backs, put the spike on it Seats with the spike on it Everything got a price on it Shine bright when the lights on you Her ass fat, land flights on it Call Durk and Fredo Run up on you, knock the horse on your polo straight off