These Days

Cien, doscientos, trescientos, cuatrociento', quiniento' Seisciento', seteciento', ochociento', novenciento', mil These days these days, these days these days I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang These days these days, these days these days You're not my homie, you don't know my name I don't even like people, oh, I got a bitch talking I don't wanna make friends, boy, the back of car's jumping I don't wanna talk media fans, I don't wanna talk nothing I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny Don't hit my line, the money on the other line I trynna fucking money bitchs, I got a Savior red wine All I know is go dork, I don't talk with the birds I don't care how you feel, p***y board I go first Don't call with the drama, is tripping as karma Estaba pobre en el bloque, y ahora yo parto la pana Yo ando siempre a lo mío, quiero estar siempre a lo mío Yo estaba roto en el barrio, y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo Give wap four wap (cash), honest call my Red dye on my head, red head like Bob Don't call with the bullshit, we know how to talk All my homies real trap, all my homies got stress These days these days, these days these days I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang These days these days, these days these days You're not my homie, you don't know my name Bankroll bankroll, 'cause all I know I'm on my shit, I'm on my own Telephone telephone, money ringtone Estáis tos' en mí, yo por encima de tos', ooh 'Toy ocupado, contando flush No estoy pa' la bitch, no estoy pa' tu club You can't be me, or run on my shoes I've been PC, flexing on you 'Tá mi nombre en el mapa, no hay que decir palabra Don't fuck with the wap tap, trap boy on the trapstars Scary faces be all around Get the money and we're all out Money, bitches, please come me First of bitches please get out These days these days, these days these days I don't wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don't talk with the people, I just wanna get paid These days these days, these days these days I don't care about the bitch, I stay with the gang These days these days, these days these days You're not my homie, you don't know my name --- These Days - Kidd Keo