Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WWYD? , by - D.R.A.M.. Song from the album That's a Girls Name, in the genre R&BRelease date: 17.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
WWYD? |
| Aye, the money come and go, the money come and go |
| Money come and go, that money can go, yo |
| Money come and go, oh, oh, oh, yeah |
| Ooh, if you gotta check in your name |
| For a hundred thousand dollars |
| Honestly, what would you do? |
| (what would you do?) |
| Ooh, what would you do? |
| What would you do? |
| Ooh, if you got that check in your name would you try to |
| Solve everyone’s problems with dollars |
| 'Cause, what’s it to you? |
| What’s it to you? |
| (what's it to you?) |
| Now, I’ma start this off sayin' a hunnid racks (hunnid racks) |
| Doesn’t mean you’re rich, please know this as a fact (that's fact) |
| I wish there was somebody that had told me that (told me that) |
| And if they did, I’m sorry for opposin' that (damn) |
| What would you do is what I’m askin' since you know it all right? |
| (nah) |
| You say save but really wanna blow it all in four nights (damn) |
| You really wanna chain, don’t you? |
| (uh-huh) and a Rollie |
| Vacation, first class for you and the homies |
| Bitch on my moms, you go broke like that (like that) |
| They only helped y’all to help smoke yo' packs (that's fact) |
| Everybody eats if everybody works |
| I don’t want you on the streets, but at least be on the curb |
| And they gon' say 'we' to include themselves |
| Go on all types of rants tryna prove themselves |
| Put it on pause, stop that shit from goin' on |
| If they show you empty pockets, you gon' find them niggas |
| Ooh, if you gotta check in your name |
| For a hundred thousand dollars |
| Honestly, what would you do? |
| (what would you do?) |
| Ooh, what would you do? |
| What would you do? |
| Ooh, if you got that check in your name Would you try to |
| Fix everyone’s problems with dollars |
| 'Cause, what’s it to you? |
| (what's it to you?) What’s it to you? |
| (aye) |
| Now, let me tell you this lil' story 'bout mine ('bout mine) |
| Towards Summer '15, what month, start of July (July) |
| I got me a check just short of 150 (150) |
| Or north of 130 (what?) Or one-thousand Benjie’s |
| Yeah, I threw my momma I think like twenty-five |
| Fuck them college loans, 'cause twenty-two isn’t right |
| Twenty-five in Airbnb alone, that’s no lie (damn) |
| But, I still had to provide |
| Plus, I had paid all my dealer’s best (dealer's best) |
| Who let me slide? |
| 'Cause it be’s like that (be's like that) |
| ATM knows where yo card, it turned off |
| When I had a job, I was not seen at all |
| I was still drivin' on E, no gas (no gas) |
| Nothing but lint in my jeans, low cash |
| Hadn’t seen a bank in like fifty-eleven years (seven) |
| Havin' others work the stove, sharin' one forty ounce here |
| Straight outta no cash, them boom, oh my |
| Sunshine my forecast, brighten my sky |
| I tried to make it flip, like old metal jam years |
| Still payin' high rent, thank God I’m still rich |
| Ooh, if you gotta check in your name |
| For a hundred thousand dollars |
| Honestly, what would you do? |