Lyrics End of the Day - J Neat, Houdini

End of the Day

Yeah, Yeah
Oh, Oh yeah
Nigga it’s like that, it’s like doom doom doom
Bro my nigga
By all means you got my respect man
Ahhhh
End of The Day, I‘m gonna go and get paid
We poppin champagne
Whole lotta chains no slave
Up in the field, better play it safe
'Cause any day could be your day
Get to the bag like Ándale
Man, this shit feel like a race
And I ain’t doin this shit for fame
I had to come up off a K
Cuz still drippin like the rain
Man these niggas don’t got no aim
You better not crash up in my lane
Too much money out there to make
I can’t put up with the fake
I know it’s real at the end of the day
Ay, at the end of the day
My shooters shoot when I say
I still turn the 4 into a 8
My traphouse jump all day
These rickity racks, play with them don’t get attached
I get a bag no cap
I ain’t drippin bitch im splashin
Run up on me in the trap
Wipe your nose just like a napkin
In the bando with the mandems
I smoke cookie like i’m Santa
I sell white like Hannah Montana
And my bitch bad like Rihanna
End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid
Poppin champagne
Ho' lotta chains no slave
Up in the field, better play it safe
'Cause any day could be your day
Get to the bag like Ándale
Man, this shit feel like a race
And I ain’t doin this shit for fame
I had to come up off a (?)
Cuz still drippin like the rain
And these niggas don’t got no aim
You better not crash up in my lane
Too much money i’m there to make
I can’t put up with the fake
I know it’s real at the end of the day
Uh, I know it’s real at the end of the day
Bro got a Glock with a whole lotta aim
Mixin exotic with no name
He savin a hole think he need him a cage
She want me or J Neat, man that battri they take
Make them fall down just like some rain
Ball a lot of bounce, yeah ain’t got no range
Get a big rack so it’s okay
You sayin you real and you so fake
Get to the bag ain’t go a bae
Look how much racks we had to take
Up in the trap, I had to stay
Flipping a pack like Ándale
We had choice but to get paid
Cro on the run dodging the rain
We living life at the end of the day
End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid
Poppin champagne
Ho' lotta chains no slave
Up in the field, better play it safe
'Cause any day could be your day
Get to the bag like Ándale
Man, this shit feel like a race
And I ain’t doin this shit for fame
I had to come up off a (?)
Cuz still drippin like the rain
And these niggas don’t got no aim
You better not crash up in my lane
Too much money i’m there to make
I can’t put up with the fake
I know it’s real at the end of the day