Intro]
Yeah
(Hurricane made this one)
(Let the BandPlay)
It's Dolph
Okay (Ah)
Yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Ah)
Yeah
Ain't no business like Paper Route business lil' nigga (Ha)
Hey (Hey)

[Chorus]
I wake up every day and live it like it's gonna be my last
I been laughin' to the bank so much it got them suckers mad
I got a billion dollar future, fuck yesterday and the past
Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (Woah)
Lambo (Lambo), fast (Go)
My ice (Hittin'), glass (Woo)
Old school (Hot rod), smash (Skrrt)
Almost (What?), crashed (Damn)
Balmains sag (Racks)
My bitch, bad (Bad)
I fuck her 'til she go to sleep, every time she mad (Mad)

[Verse 1]
Rich nigga still love Pop-Tarts (Uh)
For breakfast had Skittles and Wockhardt (Wock', wock')
Bad lil' bitch, she say she wanna give me head in my car (Woo)
The illest nigga in the room wherever I'm at by far (Yeah)
Ten toes down just grind hard (Yeah)
I'm a player, I'm just playin' my cards (Yeah)
I beat all the odds, free all my niggas that's behind the bars
Amiris they skinny, my bankroll a large
I love when she wearing no panties, no bra
All of these diamonds I'm rockin, no flaws
Made a mistake and I poured too many lines in the lemonade, now it's too raw (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody on the fent', fent' (Fentanyl)
It been takin' my family members and friends (Damn)
Streets don't love nobody (Uh-uh)
But I love the streets 'cause it bought me a Benz (Hey)
Today I'm in the drop just so I can let back the top and talk to God personally (Amen)
I'm always on go, certainly
Bitch, your baby daddy used to get work from me (For real though)
We made a promise to take it to the grave with us, my niggas that did dirt with me (Uh)
You got your weed from the library and I stole my pack from Hercules (Uh)
Lately I've been drinkin' a lot of purple drank and smokin' a lot of purple weed (Uh)
A whole lot of ice around my neck, Chrome Heart crosses on my sleeve

[Chorus]
I wake up every day and live it like it's gonna be my last
I been laughin' to the bank so much it got them suckers mad
I got a billion dollar future, fuck yesterday and the past
Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (Woah)
Lambo (Lambo), fast (Go)
My ice (Hittin'), glass (Woo)
Old school (Hot rod), smash (Skrrt)
Almost (What?), crashed (Damn)
Balmains sag (Racks)
My bitch, bad (Bad)
I fuck her 'til she go to sleep, every time she mad (Mad)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Khyree Pinkney