Bills in my Bouquet Lyrics

Each and every day

Wake up in the morning, hit my knees and then I pray

On a paper chase, tryna get it every day

Surround myself with hustlers so I know just what it take

Got a sweet tooth just for cake, know I gotta have a taste

You ain't on the same, get out my face, you in the way

Ain't nobody fucking with my clique like Jay and Ye

Right now don't got no time for no love and that's okay

Know it's flowers on the way, make sure it's bills in my bouquet

Ay, ay, ay,

The way I talk I know I give them game

People change, I'm grateful for my brothers cause they stayed the same

I be euro stepping through the pain

Got my crew dancing through the rain like Lil' Saint

Tryna reap all the rewards for all the time that we put in

Had to break up out my shell to step in rooms you can't get in

Learned it from the jump that everybody ain't your friend

Told my nigga Quan I promise I won't stop going in

Till we Rich Homies

Till we pop champagne on bust down rollies

Till they earn my respect these niggas gotta show me

I done put in too much work, I'm feeling like I'm Kobe

Told that bitch she don't know me, then she need to know me

Look at me now, young E, living bicoastal

Built the brand from the bottom, plenty nights lonely

If it's gon' benefit the fam, I don't mind going

I been ducked off, I been grinding for a reason

I been training for this, it's my season

Pockets getting fatter, you know that I'm eating

Niggas tryna play with me, it's uneven

If you done put the same amount of work, let's get it in

If you done spent your last, gotta take it on the chin

Remember days I was taking risks so I could get a win

Now I'm pulling up, braids clean, looking trim

Humble like LeBron, but these bitches know I'm him

Flexing on these niggas, been with Westbrook in the gym

I jumped in that water with them sharks, and could swim

Salmon on my plate, eat dessert with crème brulee

Stomach healthy, pockets overweight, what more can I say

I ain't even rich, but I done came a long way

I hop on a plane, rock a show out in the A

Put that money up, don't be dumb, go get a safe

I'ma spend a little, tuck the rest for rainy days

Niggas think it's sweet, but bout' mine it really ain't

For the pape, wake up early morning and I stay up late

Wake up every morning, hit my knees and then I pray

On a paper chase, tryna get it every day

Surround myself with hustlers so I know just what it take

Got a sweet tooth just for cake, know I gotta have a taste

You ain't on the same, get out my face, you in the way

Ain't nobody fucking with my clique like Jay and Ye

Right now don't got no time for no love and that's okay

Know my flowers on the way, make sure there's bills in that bouquet

Make sure there's bills in my bouquet and that's okay

Ay, these niggas ain't fucking with my clique like Jay and Ye

Right now don't got no time for no love and that's okay

Know my flowers on the way, make sure there's bills in that bouquet