Lyrics

, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah. somethin like, somethin' like, feelin' like, feelin' like we made it, droc-droc-droc, you can get it, i feel it, stack that money up to the ceiling, yeah, you got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah, why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? yeah, summer's mine, winter time, i done put in overtime, i been hustlin' like this since back in the day, and it all paid off, what can i say?, you heard the hype, you caught a one way to miami, ayy, that's a bet, i'm on a round trip through your panties, we at the bet awards, dressed like the grammys, pray to the lord even though we sinnin' daily, ayy, i've been tryna strap 'em down, don't want no baby, ayy, i've been tryna keep her 'round, lil' shawty dangerous, and we've been runnin' through the town feelin' major, ayy, we take they cell phones now, bitch we invasive, i got a big house now with no neighbors, i make her jump up and down when she naked, success feel better when you came from the basement, and i held everyone when they said i wouldn't make it, you can get it, i feel it, stack that money up to the ceiling, yeah, you got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah, why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? yeah, summer's mine, winter time, i done put in overtime, i been hustlin' like this since back in the day, and it all paid off, what can i say?, yeah, millions stashed in my house, got a brick stashed in my safe, got a million stashed in that ceiling, keep a paper, them plates, suicide with that chopper, did this shit my way, jumped off in that lane, put a hundred mil' on my plate, above the ceiling, and we illin' 'bout this money, 'bout this billin', and we did it 'til we killed it so they know just how we livin', big paper don't come, love a nigga with the money, got the whip game and gon' stunt, i showed her love, she rose me, i showed her baby, can't fold me, high rollers so you know the fee, get the money, control the beast, live the life, get the big feast, you can get it, i feel it, stack that money up to the ceiling, yeah, you got niggas all in your business, yeah, yeah, why they worried 'bout what you gettin'? yeah, summer's mine, winter time, i done put in overtime, i been hustlin' like this since back in the day, and it all paid off, what can i say?, (rich gang, winter time, overtime, yeah.)

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Artist: birdman