DAY BY THE DAY Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I've been in my bag, but it ain't been a minute
I'm doing my thing, get your ass out my business
I blow out the roof, out to space, ain't no limits
I'm making more numbers, I'm making more digits
Day by the day, money liftin' my spirits
Ain't cooking this shit in a pan, it's a skillet
She spreading my nut on her face, it's nutritious
We stay big dogs, all you niggas is midgets
Fuck a few bitches, this shit ain't no different
Gold in my pot and we whip in the kitchen
She blowin' my shit like a fuckin' musician
Fake ass gangstas, they chirpin' like crickets
Stupid lil' boy, you gon' die for attention
Ride with the chop, I'm a man on a mission
My finger be itchin', I aim with intention
Y'all trippin', I'm flippin' for fuckin' ambition
We cookin' up felonies, this shit is federal
They shoes be tied, but trippin' like edibles
How many choppas to bring? 'Cause it's several
Too many men in my click, like a General
Leaving no marks, all y'all niggas forgettable
This ain't a rookie, I stay a professional
Pickin' y'all sides, but this shit ain't comparable
Put a dot on your head like a decimal
They wearing them rags, I wear latest fashion
Droppin' some cash on the floor, you can have it
They all 'bout the talk but I'm all bout the action
I drop me a nigga for my satisfaction
We splittin' up licks, you ain't getting a fraction
Never gon slip, I can handle my traction
She lettin' me beat it, just like Michael Jackson
Get money, drop bodies, its all of my passions
I've been in my bag, but it ain't been a minute
I'm doing my thing, get your ass out my business
I blow out the roof, out to space, ain't no limits
I'm making more numbers, I'm making more digits
Day by the day, money liftin' my spirits
Ain't cooking this shit in a pan, it's a skillet
She spreading my nut on her face, it's nutritious
We stay big dogs, all you niggas is midgets
I've been in my bag, but it ain't been a minute
I'm doing my thing, get your ass out my business
I blow out the roof, out to space, ain't no limits
I'm making more numbers, I'm making more digits
Day by the day, money liftin' my spirits
Ain't cooking this shit in a pan, it's a skillet
She spreading my nut on her face, it's nutritious
We stay big dogs, all you niggas is midgets