Lyrics Sam Cook - Illa J

Sam Cook

Lookin' for the right situation, occupation, sick of wastin'
So much time no more waitin'
Losin' patients on the elevator
Tryna raise up my vibration
With the most high havin' a conversation
Workin' on a plan to get this paper
Now I’m faded
High off these vapors
Get these fuckin' bills paid
Sam Cookin' till the meals made
I wasn’t sleepin' and I still ain’t
Catch me creepin' when it’s real late
Catch me freakin' when it’s real late
Lookin' for the right type of deal
That’s really true
To my inner view
Not the kind where you ask me questions
But I’m askin' you
Just to speak the truth
Get these fuckin' bills paid
Sam Cookin' till the meals made
I wasn’t sleepin' and I still ain’t
Catch me creepin' when it’s real late
Catch me freakin' when it’s real late
Catch me creepin' in my spaceship
Ya, I’m talkin' bout my body
Ya, I’m talkin' metaphysics
Ya, I’m one of them space pimps
Pimpin' flows that’s my hobby
Gettin' dough that’s my hobby
Been a hustler since 8, 6
Since I came out my momma body
Tryna win this fuckin' lottery and win that sweepstakes, grip
Till I wake up in a Bugatti
And two Range Rovers behind me like
Get these fuckin' bills paid
Sam Cookin' till the meals made
I wasn’t sleepin' and I still ain’t
Catch me creepin' when it’s real late
Catch me freakin' when it’s real late
Get these fuckin' bills paid
Sam Cookin' till the meals made
I wasn’t sleepin' and I still ain’t
Catch me freakin' when it’s real late