Morning Calculations

Oh, ayy-ayy-ayy
Damn
(La música de harry fraud)

When you really gotta goal, you gotta stick to it
I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator (numbers)
More m's in my bank, got a ring to it
I can't trip of what you think, 'cause you been a hater
I'm in the sf90, place: Montana
Still active, run upon this coupe, then fn clapping (ayy-ayy)
I re-up, then I cop again, so don't trip, I'm 'bout to drop again (ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
You won't get it 'less you know what you want
I hit the blunt, and then I hop in the ghost
Get to writting my goals
All that fake shit getting exposed
You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough
Eighty nights on the road, ninety-somethin' for the rolls
Hunnid-somethin' for the platinum and that's when I'm casual (casual)
Shit, so I ain't trippin' of shit
'Cause first they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again (love you again)

(Uh, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
And I need all hundreds, you can keep all them twenties and shit

I'm a whole 'nother beast when it come to this shit (when it come to this shit)
Poured up, sippin' a juice while I'm clutching the stick (uh)
And one thing I don't do is ask niggas for shit (ask niggas for shit)
I'm a grown-ass man, I pass niggas and shit
I got so much options, man, it's hard to pick
So don't check me, lil' nigga, check that bitch
Walked out the dope game, still had nine zips
The bright lights in Las Vegas made it hard to quit
Same niggas from the block (block), I just happend to rap (rap)
We ain't never have a job, we was havin' the trap
Niggas know how I rock, you niggas know you a cat (miau, uh)
Ship a hunnid on grind, and put the navi on nap
When you cross the state lines, man, you gotta be cool
But real talk, if they on you, then somebody was rattin'
Don't be calling my phone asking me what happend
Every since a young nigga, I run it up with a passion (with a passion)

Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Good job, shit
Man