8 To A 4

I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope 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 a argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more If you ain't putting on the drink, 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 buying them 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 hoe after a show Feds ask me questions, I won't tell them what they wanna know Everyday, 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 I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope 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 a argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more Got some killas waiting for me, down to tell them "it's a go" I got ruts 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 following 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 getting 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 everyday, 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 I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope 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 a argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more --- 8 to a 4 - NAV