William
Let the band play (Ayy)
Yeah, a nigga juiced up, uh
I'm big Glock G, other niggas nothin' but some poo-putts (Yeah)
Got a pocket full of blue stuff (Yeah)
And my chain's on 30, I'ma hit, who gon' do what? (What?)
Nigga, you gon' do what? (What?)
You ain't been did a nigga like me, you ain't gon' do nothin' (Nah)
Nigga, you don't do nothin' (Nah)
I got some day-ones ready, can't wait to shoot somethin' (Yeah)
Ain't shit changed, but I just bought a new gun (Uh)
I smoke a lot of dope, I need new lungs (Uh)
Count a lot of money, shit, I'm tryna grow a new arm
Uh, yeah, I'm tryna grow a new arm
Yeah, this watch right here cost two songs
And I just bought another one
Yeah, I told that bitch it's a one-on-one (Bitch)
I told them robbers I ain't like none of y'all
Dead presidents in the trap, it's a haunted house (Haunted)
I got so much runnin' in and runnin' out
You know how I came in, bitch, that's how I'm goin' out
Yeah, got a thirty round on me right now
Pull up at your house like a plumber with them pipes out
(Pull up) Yeah, tell 'em pipe down
Fly like Muhammad Ali, bumblebee with your bitch (Your bitch)
Yeah, I'm finna knock her lights out (Lights out)
Uh, yeah, this money got my psyched out
Why your name Glock for? Yeah, find out
Well, uh, can I be on the Paper Route?
Nah, we ain't takin' applications right now, uh
On that bullshit like Chi-Town
Thirty-three, Pippen, extension be gunned down, yuh
If you ain't gettin' money, don't come 'round
Nigga, we hustle from sun up to sun down
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now
Sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out
From sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now
From sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out
Sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around (Ayy)
My granny told me what's done in the dark must come to light
I recorded every night, now I got hella ice (Ice)
Yes, I'm blessed (I'm blessed), yeah, bitch, I'm blessed (Yeah)
Flood my cross with ice, ain't no S (S) up on my chest (Uh-uh)
Bitch, it's nothin' but ice (Ice), my heart cold (Cold)
I came out the bottom, super-cocky on these hoes (Hoes)
Beyond three hundred racks up in my Louis bag, it's hard to close
Yeah, old money in the closet, that shit startin' to mold (Mold)
Yo, I'm sippin' on some potion, movin' in slow motion
My neck is the sixth ocean (Duh)
Double-cup, let's toast it, I'm flexin' on my old bitch
Ballin' on these hatin'-ass niggas, they tryna goaltend
I let your bitch come eat the meat, she say she need some protein
They say money talk, you see my motherfuckin' gold teeth?
All these niggas talkin', well, they gon' have to show me
I came from the bottom to the top, uh, and I brought my whole team
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now
Sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out
From sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around
From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get money now
From sun up to sun down, money comin' in and out
Sun up to sun down, money goin' round and 'round
Round and 'round, 'round and 'round, what goes around comes around
(Comes around, comes around)
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