Maŧ D - Full Time

Been on my shit for a year, yeah
Finna turn this into a career, yeah
Keys to the whip, bring ya back a souvenir, yeah
Keep this shit going, trade it in, I’m shifting gears, yeah
Cause’ everybody got they own 9 to 5
But some of us making cash to make that dining fine, yeah
What you wanna know about this type of life, yeah
I know that none of y’all gonna put in that type of time, yeah
Boy, what you wanna know?
I’m out here, I’m running my own show
Boy, what you wanna know?
I’m just tryna make some jewelry glow, I’m tryna
Count up, count up
Count up, count up
These bands that coming in, yeah
Run up, run up
Run up, run up
The cheque that coming in, yeah
Don’t talk to me about the cash, when you ain’t making racks, yeah
Oh fuck, boy you only tryna grab then dash, yeah
Count up, count up
Count up, count up
These bands that coming in, yeah
Run up, run up
Run up, run up
The cheque that coming in, yeah
Don’t talk to me about the cash, when you ain’t making racks, yeah
Oh fuck, boy you only tryna grab then dash, yeah
Heard you tryna cop a Benz, yeah
Boy, you need to get some bands, yeah
All you fronting about the cash in your hands, yeah
Monopoly money you got, boy you got me on a rant, yeah
Boy, shut the fuck up, get a job, yeah, uh
Get your money up, just like Steve Jobs, yeah
My shit like Drake, hustle nonstop, yeah, yeah
Want that rapper money, Juicy J, not through that law suit
Tryna live the life that rappers do, yeah
We halfway there with the old crew, yeah
Vibing in the stu, as if this made by Screw, yeah
Move from there to a million dollar view, I’m tryna
Count up, count up
Count up, count up
These bands that coming in, yeah
Run up, run up
Run up, run up
The cheque that coming in, yeah
Don’t talk to me about the cash, when you ain’t making racks, yeah
Oh fuck, boy you only tryna grab then dash, yeah
Count up, count up
Count up, count up
These bands that coming in, yeah
Run up, run up
Run up, run up
The cheque that coming in, yeah
Don’t talk to me about the cash, when you ain’t making racks, yeah
Oh fuck, boy you only tryna grab then dash, yeah
All the haters going crazy, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say “you ain’t shit, what you saying?”, yeah yeah yeah
I’m just saying, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I ain’t playing, yeah
You think you got clout to diss me in this game I’ll soon be slaying?
All the haters going crazy, yeah yeah yeah yeah
They say “you ain’t shit, what you saying?”, yeah yeah yeah
I’m just saying, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I ain’t playing, yeah
You think you got clout to diss me in this game I’ll soon be slaying?
Bro I’m still on my braggadocios Kanye type shit, man
Bro, fuck those kids tryna tell me I ain’t shit, I’m on a fucking roll
You know the vibe bro, I’m tryna
Count up, count up
Count up, count up
These bands that coming in, yeah
Run up, run up
Run up, run up
The cheque that coming in, yeah
Don’t talk to me about the cash, when you ain’t making racks, yeah
Oh fuck, boy you only tryna grab then dash, yeah
Count up, count up
Count up, count up
These bands that coming in, yeah
Run up, run up
Run up, run up
The cheque that coming in, yeah
Don’t talk to me about the cash, when you ain’t making racks, yeah
Oh fuck, boy you only tryna grab then dash, yeah

Written by:
Mathieu Draper

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