Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunshine, artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 26.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sunshine |
When I wake up in the mornin' love, |
And the sunlight hurts my eyes, |
Then somethin' with out warnin' love, |
Bears heavy on my mind |
Let’s get them dollars, Let’s get this money |
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind, |
I got my finger on tha trigga, stayin' on tha grind, |
And when I wake up in the mornin', I got’s to hit a lick, |
Saw the 2000 and 3 Navi, on Sprees wit' a kit, |
Soon as my eyes see tha sunshine, |
My thoughts is jukin' the block, and dodgin' the one time, |
Peep how we movin' the rocks and wit' pounds of dro before I double my shit, |
I can serve sixteen ounces for six and get back ninety-six, |
A killa for tha skrilla, Nigga, Best not be stalkin', |
I got’s to get them bigga, figga’s, fuck what you talkin', |
I represent them nigga’s ballin' wit' jewelry full of zickels, |
Down to the nigga’s chasin' million, their dreams' servin' nickels, |
And I know, one day, I’m gon' come up, |
And when you see me, don’t hate, that I rolled up, |
Get paid whether you legit when you slang, or tippin' off 'cane, |
Until I take a dip in the Range, I’m flippin' them thangs, |
Gotta get that money man |
It’s a lovely day, just got paid, |
Stack it up, be on my way, |
It’s Lovely day, lovely day, |
Lovely day |
It’s a lovely day, just got paid, |
Stack it up, be on my way, |
Lovely day, lovely day, |
Lovely day |
A hustler’s definition, is a hustler for scratch, |
You serve a motherfucker, you serve him for that, |
I’m makin' money off of verses when I spit 'em on tracks, |
And if I ain’t sellin' no records, I’m servin' them packs, |
I got a, clip full of hollows, money makin’s my motto, |
Semi-auto and Marlboros in the bottle, 'til I hit the lotto, |
Wit' dreams of ownin' a records label, flippin' words, |
My nigga flippin' buildin’s better than he was flippin' birds, |
I got tha, mentality and tha motive I’m on a mission, |
For tha money, you can get it too, it’s all about yo ambition, |
Play yo position, provide the plans, and follow procedures, |
In tha six-hundred, blunted, wit' a pocket full of hundred’s and Visa’s, |
Love, when I get that dust, hit 'em up, re-cock then I get back up, |
Love, when I get that gig, get a crib, get a car when tha grip stack up, |
It’s still in the evenin' if I’m sleepin' paper problems, |
Soon as I get up it’s just another day, another dollar |
Gotta get that money man |
It’s a lovely day, just got paid, |
Stack it up, be on my way, |
Lovely day, lovely day, |
Lovely day, |
It’s a lovely day, just got paid, |
Stack it up, be on my way, |
Lovely day, lovely day, |
Lovely day |
Got love for the corporate playas that’s ballin' rollin' jags, |
Got love for the thug nigga’s who get' it on tha ave., |
Love for those, who can make a mil and sit back and laugh, |
And love for the fine stripper’s who get it poppin' ass, |
Love for the single parent’s that’s workin' through the struggle, |
Love for those who gotta make a livin' movin' muscle, |
Love for those who gotta watch tha hater’s rollin' bubbles, |
Causin' trouble every time a young brotha try to hustle, |
And if I can’t, legally make or not |
Then I gotta get, right back on the block |
And if it no work we do a stick-up and whip-up a concoction, |
Might leave yo face down in the dirt because hurtin’s not an option |
Gotta get that money man |
It’s a lovely day, just got paid, |
Stack it up, be on my way, |
Lovely day, lovely day, |
Lovely day, |
It’s a lovely day, just got paid, |
Stack it up, be on my way, |
Lovely day, lovely day, |
Lovely day |
When I wake up in the mornin' love, |
And the sunlight hurts my eyes, |
Somethin' without warnin' love, |
Bears heavy on my mind |