Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, artist - Rich Gang. Album song Rich Gang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Everyday |
| Yeah, Bigga Than Life |
| YMCMB, flashy life style |
| up on my headphones, my nigga |
| And my ones up |
| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds |
| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles |
| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up |
| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up |
| The sun do shine, Christmas every day |
| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray |
| Muscle is a must, the money in the can |
| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand |
| Uh, holla holla |
| Hehe, go |
| I’m a need a mountain of money |
| A mountain that amount the amounts to a mountain of money |
| Ride out with my dunny, fresh up out your mommy |
| Shout to the tummy — eat, sleep, shit on my toes |
| Bust a bitch in her nose cause they mouth so runny |
| Back to the money, Dada |
| Give a nigga bread like «bless you» (thank you) nada |
| I’m been on the block from the top tryna plot on a spot |
| Now I’m game with it — ta da! |
| Fuck around, I’ll bang with the sawed-off |
| Fuck around, rob these niggas, do my thing like «voila» |
| Ain’t nothin' changed but the dollars |
| Niggas so lame cause they ain’t gon' claim i’m they father |
| Fuck it |
| I’m one of the niggas that don’t fold |
| Treat me like one of them niggas that don’t rap |
| Spinning 'em like a Tommy, automatic my laddy |
| I’ve been known to get niggas in one «blap!» |
| When I trip up, it’s foreign — when I grip up, it’s foreign |
| When I fuck, bitch foreign |
| Pull on my Trukfit foreign… |
| Pull on my Trukfit foreign… |
| I don’t trust these hoes |
| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds |
| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles |
| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up |
| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up |
| The sun do shine, Christmas every day |
| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray |
| Muscle is a must, the money in the can |
| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand |
| Every single morning that a nigga get out of bed |
| Know a nigga gotta get it |
| Money to burn, raw OG Kush in a $ 100 bill, smoke weed with it |
| Why y’all niggas wanna whip shit with it? |
| Mulssane, I ain’t gotta put a key in it |
| True don, make me wanna whip in it |
| Different money — add another digit |
| Get this money then I slide and I’m gone |
| Y’all already know who’s side that I’m on |
| YMCMB, lil' nigga — Rich Gang, everything far from the norm |
| From the jails to the college campus, we’ve got 'em yellin' in the dorms |
| We try to compete 'til they go bankrupt, and we’re just gettin' warm |
| If you ain’t know, motherfucker, you can take another look, nigga |
| Whole team strong… |
| And we knock every spot on the charts |
| Every time a nigga drop each song |
| I don’t need to tell 'em, they already know what it is |
| We run every city and we runnin' every block, nigga |
| Respect this conglomerate, bitch, cause you can’t reach the number one spot |
| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds |
| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles |
| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up |
| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up |
| The sun do shine, Christmas every day |
| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray |
| Muscle is a must, the money in the can |
| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand |
| Yup, i quit that bitch, don’t look at my bucks |
| And i’m about that sell, pop back on that bus |
| Nah man, fuck them hoes, i won my O’s |
| Bitch, I gotta go, let’s roll back on the show |
| She bad, we see ya, another nigga can’t beat her |
| In the then back to the streets |
| Bitch, it’s a habit to fuck it with Weezy |
| Thank god for Tunechi, Lord bless stunna |
| Hallejulah, Cash Money, i was going under |
| Tryna fuck my, and i do my Ana |
| And i ain’t talking 'bout |
| Bitch, nigga as my mama |
| But, we are tha business |
| That’s all they seeing |
| You cannot fuck with them |
| Go ask my nigga Slim |
| Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds |
| Bitches come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles |
| Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up |
| Stuntin' on them bitches and the whips flamed up |
| The sun do shine, Christmas every day |
| Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray |
| Muscle is a must, the money in the can |
| Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand |