Lyrics WHAT A DAY - Nobigdyl.

WHAT A DAY

Hundred thousand followers
Okay, alright
Tennessee, you know I do the bill comma
Dyllie (Hello)
Okay, I’m hundred grand, hundred K
Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K (Hundred K)
Hundred bands, what a day (What a day)
Underneath the sun, ain’t nothin' new, but it’s a sunny day
Tryna spin this money like He comin', He ain’t runnin' late
DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe., cut the cake
Hundred grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day (What a day)
Look, chasin' after money make you run in place (Place)
Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight (Okay, okay)
Yeah, you don’t break that bread up, that’s a ton of weight (Yeah, look)
Had to double up on generosity when I upped the fee
Know He threw my sin inside the sea, left it on a tree (Yee)
Demons, they be lookin' real depressed, put it on a tee (Okay)
I can’t treat the greed like it’s a pet and put it on a leash (Look)
I just need some tender love and care, there’s a lot of creeps (There is)
Chasin' waterfalls, lined in the mud, and then He scrubbed me clean
Yeah, TLC, I’m good, I feel like GLC
Laughin' all the way up to the bank, I feel like
Look, I was busy cuttin' up to Calvin, it was killin' me
Think that’s when I met the Lord but felt like He won’t failin' me
Made it hard to love the poor and widows, let alone the Lord
I was focused on the cord and Ethy had to quit in me
Okay, I know that Yahweh made the payment, and He payin' me
To play with nouns and verbs and make a case to all the laity
Lay down all your greed, that’s if you payed it if you patiently
Waitin' on a check, you could be faithful with your frailty
You see these Reeboks on my feet?
I got three pair of these (Yee)
But I didn’t cop, my single BYOD took care of me (Ayy)
Secured the fee apparently, and now I got security (Whew)
Ten go to Melchizedek, ten go to a charity (Okay, okay)
Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K (Hundred K)
Hundred bands, what a day (What a day)
Underneath the sun, ain’t nothin' new, but it’s a sunny day
Tryna spin this money like He comin', He ain’t runnin' late
DistroKid, cut the check, indie tribe., cut the cake
Hundred grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day (What a day)
Look, chasin' after money make you run in place (Place)
Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight (Okay, okay)
Yeah, you don’t break that bread up, that’s a ton of weight (Yeah, look)
Yeah, I just got a hundred thousand followers
Dyllie, you so musical, she ain’t talkin' all of 'em?
We got lots of chemistry, what is that, a polymer?
Indie tribe.
is in the house, like an ankle monitor?
Look, thank God for the platform, ink all in my passport
Industry is cold as Minnesota, better pack warm (Phew)
Me and 'Vello, that’s two W’s like tax forms (Like tax forms)
Jon and Mogli tied the knot, need you to clap for 'em (Thank you)
I pity the fool—I take that back, Philippians 2 (Philippians 2)
Had some friends I kicked it with that disappeared like Freddy Adu (Freddy Adu)
My girl sweet like honey in my tummy, feel like Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the
Pooh)
Funny like Arsenio, mixed with Mineo, makin' William 2
Yeah, oh, yeah, get paid off the Internet like Comcast
Most the stuff I’m hearin' on the Internet is bombast
Had a vision we in life in heaven, and we all last
Course there ain’t no Internet in heaven, I said «At long last»
Sheesh
I said bombast
Like bombastic, like Shaggy
I’m still goin' Bostic
Hundred grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day