Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Sell, artist - Fly Union.
Date of issue: 13.02.2012
Song language: English
Hard Sell |
Yeah, uh huh, Fly U |
Yeah, check, uh |
I got a feeling you ain’t getting close |
Me and my crew be the damn most |
Everyday is something we can prolly' toast |
My main chick salty I’m sorry |
Everyday we find a reason to party |
I’m just tryna' get this money baby |
So maybe one day you can drive a new Mercedes |
And I ain’t talking C class nothin' |
SLS AMG stuntin' |
Come with a key ring, sit, and then hit button gone |
But she ain’t doing nothin', but picking up the groceries |
I be wherever the pros be, but I’m a swap meet nigga |
Everyday I grind like I won’t see dinner |
So figure who you fucking with before you even finna' say |
Whatever you was finna' say |
Nigga watch yo' mouth this a business date |
That mean money over everything |
However long it takes, that’s how long we stay |
No matter the stakes, we gon' make it pay |
If they ask and I don’t have, then imma' take |
And imma' take … |
And imma' take … |
Uh, on the million dollar mission |
Fresh off the skillet, cookin' in the kitchen |
Huh, I hope you muhsuckas' listen |
No losing over here, we winnin' |
Let’s make these dreams come true tonight, i-i-ight |
Let’s make these dreams come true tonight (uh), i-i-ight (yeah) |
I’m on a trillion dollar mission |
It’s 96' all over it was written |
They don’t want us to get past, they signing petitions |
Nigga if you ain’t with us, you against us |
And Jehovah as my witness |
I got bars in every sentence |
Throw the chair at the judge on some Dead President shit |
96' reasonable doubt shit |
I would like to thank you from the bottom of my pocket |
Lord knows y’all ain’t seein' money false prophets |
And my top is Wings & Horns, I’m fly, I’m dressed to kill |
I’m a fighter pilot |
Yo girl wanna chill and I would be delighted |
It’s a losing battle and don’t fight it |
'Cause women love and you ain’t gotta like it |
I need a girl I can confide in |
I’m just tryna' live righteous |
I need a mentor I need some kinda guidance |
Until then this is get rich music shit |
Being broke in America make no cents |
And I’m a muhfuckin' capitalist |
I’m doin' numbers, y’all niggas dyslexic |
I go hard like calculus and never trust a broke friend |
I learned the hard way like a virgin, shame on them |
Uh, on the million dollar mission |
Fresh off the skillet, cookin' in the kitchen |
Huh, I hope you mothersuckas listen |
No losing over here, we winnin' |
Let’s make these dreams come true tonight, i-i-ight |
Let’s make these dreams come true tonight (uh), i-i-ight (yeah) |