Featuring: Trademark Da Skydiver Young Roddy
Songwriter: Young Roddy Trademark Da Skydiver Curren$y
And they say I'm hitting no offense
So I traded in my mask for that pen and pad
Hopefully it will do me the same gestures
All this time I invested
But I'm only tryina eat, I pray I don't get arrested
These niggas act like bitches, lying day mad jealous
Or eight ball a sixteen balls like cellie
Or black card just in case they talk about street credit
And a passport just in case them feds in my city
And a folded kell cause around here any nigga can get it
So I twist that sticky and get lifted like an icky
With my brother from another fool I don't fuck with many
I'm such a cold nigga but them bitches
Trade first number, I got a nigga girl going down like timber
[Chorus]
Different day, same old shit, getting higher in the whip
I'm higher than the blimp, getting paid, getting rich
Getting head from a bitch, never fall never snitch
Never told, never will
On a quest for a meal, all I got is my word I'm too real
Never told, never will
On a quest for a meal, all I got is my word I'm too real
I'm coming through so make way, bitch niggas yelling may day
It's trade maine
I love paydays, I need all my skrilla, you a day late
And a dollar short my nigga
I got it from here look I done figured
I was how to get the figures doubled and tripled
All my profits beeing broke's not an option
Money minded with the atitude like a mobster
Smooth like sinatra, word to blizz
Fuck what you heard, I be on my shit
On a mission to get rich, came for all my chips
Cone hanging from my lips, I'm blitzed in this bitch
Like a jet world order
Coming up quik nigga so it's going down
[Chorus]
So I traded in my mask for that pen and pad
Hopefully it will do me the same gestures
All this time I invested
But I'm only tryina eat, I pray I don't get arrested
These niggas act like bitches, lying day mad jealous
Or eight ball a sixteen balls like cellie
Or black card just in case they talk about street credit
And a passport just in case them feds in my city
And a folded kell cause around here any nigga can get it
So I twist that sticky and get lifted like an icky
With my brother from another fool I don't fuck with many
I'm such a cold nigga but them bitches
Trade first number, I got a nigga girl going down like timber
[Chorus]
Different day, same old shit, getting higher in the whip
I'm higher than the blimp, getting paid, getting rich
Getting head from a bitch, never fall never snitch
Never told, never will
On a quest for a meal, all I got is my word I'm too real
Never told, never will
On a quest for a meal, all I got is my word I'm too real
I'm coming through so make way, bitch niggas yelling may day
It's trade maine
I love paydays, I need all my skrilla, you a day late
And a dollar short my nigga
I got it from here look I done figured
I was how to get the figures doubled and tripled
All my profits beeing broke's not an option
Money minded with the atitude like a mobster
Smooth like sinatra, word to blizz
Fuck what you heard, I be on my shit
On a mission to get rich, came for all my chips
Cone hanging from my lips, I'm blitzed in this bitch
Like a jet world order
Coming up quik nigga so it's going down
[Chorus]