Q3 Lyrics

Yeah

So I work all day, all day, all day

So I work all day

Workin' UberEats, didn't get no sleep

Wishing' of a Bronco, you can keep the Jeep

Wifey on my heels, yes, it's feeling' steep

Didn't hear a peep

Can't do no complainin', baby, children need to eat

So I work all day, all day, all day

So I work all day

You gon' slap me, can't turn up the other cheek

Hammer on my waist, I ain't fixin' nothin', baby

In the grave, you stay, I be switchin' lanes

Yes, I'm runnin' late, droppin' food off

I said, I'll be on the way

Gotta pay the car, gotta pay the light

Bought my wifey dresses and shit that she desire

I be feelin' tired, but I gotta work

I don't even care if it's holes in my shirt

So I work all day, all day, all day

So I work all day

I be wanna scam, that put you in a jam

You be missin' fam, don't be writin' letters

When you in the can, man, I can't stand

Strugglin' for a dollar, shit can get rough

If you pull that dog collar

Hoodie lookin' messy, I don't play no soccer

But I'm a man, father can't bother

But it's pain, still gotta get it

Even if it's in the rain, shit be gettin' strange

She tell me don't strain myself

But if my family fall, I'm gon' blame myself

Like who they gon' call if there ain't no help

I swear the temptations can't tame itself

So, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

So I work all day, all day, all day

So I work all day

Now G-Shocks with the bezel

Audemars

I remember didn't have no car to borrow

I remember bathin' out of buckets

Baby stood next to me like nothin

Father made a table in front of enemies

Now I see the reason why they envy me

I had to pray for it

Baby had to slay for it

Ayy

So I work all day

All day, all day

So I work all day

I had to pray for it

Baby had to slay for it

I had to pray for it

Baby had to slay for it

Ayy