Yeah
(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)
Okay
Knock at the door, it must be some money (Guess what?)
Juggin', I can't take a day off (What else?), I'm grindin' Sunday to Sunday (Okay, cool)
Door be swingin' back to back (Yeah), got the spot hot like a comet (Yeah)
No way you think we the same (Uh-uh), I can't stop, just still gettin' fronted (Yeah)
Ayy, open up the road, puttin' highway miles on the rental (Skrrt)
You know I can get 'em mailed (Yeah), just tell me where I gotta send 'em (Ayy, what's the addy?)
Nigga ain't even got a pole (Hey), how the fuck you gon' work a door? (Ayy)
Some people be the last to eat, gotta be quick on your toes (Just puttin' you down)
Nigga must be scared of money (Huh?), why the fuck you don't wanna take a risk? (Why you don't?)
Niggas be content with broke, sittin' 'round, laid up with his bitch (Ayy, get the fuck up)
Feel in love with turkey bags (Yeah), my life ain't been the same (Uh-uh)
If it ain't player, then it's petty, that's that shit I don't entertain (Yeah)
Ayy, I got bros who still be kickin' doors (Yeah), I'd rather let it swing (Yeah)
Dope boy 1s look like cocaine, I came up off mary jane, yeah (Yeah, yeah, okay)
Knock at the door, it must be some money (Guess what?)
Juggin', I can't take a day off (What else?), I'm grindin' Sunday to Sunday (Okay, cool)
Door be swingin' back to back (Yeah), got the spot hot like a comet (Yeah)
No way you think we the same (Uh-uh), I can't stop, just still gettin' fronted (Yeah)
Skrrt
Yeah
I can't stop, just still gettin' fronted
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