EVERY CHANCE I GET

作词 : Khaled Khaled

作曲 : Khaled Khaled

(Tay Keith, this too hard)

We The Best Music

(Tay Keith, **** these niggas up)

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DJ Khaled

Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago

Add two zeros to the one, I'm in a different mode

This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes

You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home

I got rich off strong, we get ’em in and get 'em gone

You know Trappy just got out, I ain't have to put him on

We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on

It’s the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on

My demon time ain't nothin' nice

I try not to wear nothin' twice

I came up off of shootin' dice, yeah

My lil' brother ain't livin' right

My sis’ and ’em doin' aight

My cuz and ’em still servin' life, yeah

Seen a robber rob a deacon

I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin'

I'll break the bank for one of my people

I said, "I’m the one," they didn't believe me

I show 'em the facts, now they all need me

I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathin'

They makin' it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist

All these hoes **** on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch

They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks

Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch

You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

Yeah, she think I'm a regular rapper, I'm not

One person come tell me, we **** up your block

Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (Keep goin')

Put my kids in Givenchy

She must think one plus one is three

I can't support you personally

She don't got a mortgage, moved in with her niece

These niggas be cappin', them cars be leased

Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets

I was nodding off, they woke up a beast

Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, we didn't have nothin' to eat

Soon as I get on his ass, they gon' look at me better, like, "Damn, he was ****in' with me," yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist

All these hoes **** on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch

They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks

Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch

You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

I'm from the trenches

Niggas be tough on the 'net, but really be there for attention

Bitches be talkin' like they really rich

But really be beggin' me under my pictures

I'll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business

I'll spend that shit at the dentist

I'd rather **** her and pay up her rent for a year just to get out of her feelings

I'm in the Lambo' truck in my hood, nobody gon' tell me shit

Goin' to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, nobody gon' mail me shit

Dice game, Craps and Cee-Lo, I need cash, don't sell me shit

Baby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really rich

Drop the load, ain't no room right now, I took her to the O

Then I pulled up on the Lamb' 'cause she a fan of Boonie Moe

I got the city on lock, uh, ****in' up all the opps

I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I'm standin' on all the blocks

This the anthem, mmm-hmm

Droppin' the six in the Fanta, mmm

Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats, remind me of sittin' on Panda, mmm

I love my cousin, she was a dancer

I love my brother, he was a scammer

Sittin' on my lap 'cause I'm pullin' her tracks and I **** from the back 'cause she callin' me handsome

I'ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

I want the biggest watch that they got, don't care if that shit hurt my wrist

All these hoes **** on us all, I wish I would claim that bitch

They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks

Soon as they say we can't come, you know we'll run 'round that bitch

You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

We The Best Music

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