8 To A 4

[Chorus] I'll be trappin�� way before I work an 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, makin�� fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more [Verse 1] If you ain't puttin' on the drip, then you ain't sippin�� lean no more Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most Life was a horror movie, I feel like I��m meant to be in Ghost I see some designer clothes, feel like I'm meant to be in those Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat Since my first ring, I kept on buyin�� 'em row after row It don't take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope It don't take no effort for me to fuck a ho after a show Feds ask me questions, I won��t tell them what they wanna know Every day I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat Money Mitches, paid in full, I ain't never pay a note [Chorus] I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more [Verse 2] Got some killers waitin' for me, down to tell 'em it's a go I got Runtz inside my blunt, but it's the enemies I smoke I'm a frequent shopper, they know all my size at every store They be followin' me around soon as I walk in the door Far from broke, in two years, I made seven mil' on the low Ain't no problem, ain't no pat-down when they let me in the door Just 'cause I slap your hand don't mean I consider you my bro Lately, I've been gettin' bread, I fill my oven up with dough Off the X, I don't wanna eat, don't worry about calories no more Get bags every day, I don't wanna get no salary no more All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope Used to want his girl, if she pull up, I end up in her throat [Chorus] I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more