Erryday

I'm twenty years in and I still win
Hangin' with the Taylors, drinkin' gin and I'm dancin'
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends, you know I'm tossin'
I'm twenty years in and I still win
Juicy J, Smoked Out Luger
Trap-A-Holics, bitch
Yessir
Drop that shit one more again, man

Yessir, we gettin' money, man

Yessir, we trippy, man
Wiz Khalifa, man, Juicy J

Let's go

Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up, bitch

Foreign cars, that's e'ryday

A million off a tour, that's e'ryday

Hundred broads, that's e'ryday
Gettin' this money, livin' large in e'ry way
Smokin' dope, that's e'ryday
Run through your door, that's e'ryday
Pullin' hoes, that's e'ryday
Get money mo', that's e'ryday
Smokin' dope, that's e'ryday
Run through your door, that's e'ryday
Pullin' hoes, that's e'ryday
Get money mo', that's e'ryday

Rappin'-ass nigga
"There go Wiz, he a rappin'-ass nigga"
I'm in a Benz gettin' brain from a centerpiece
Before you could mention my name, I need ten at least
I know they hate cause of the paper that a nigga see
Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies

Yeah, made men bunch of made-ass niggas
When you paid, then you with some paid-ass niggas
I heard that money grow on trees so I grew one
Left my old bitch at home, got a new one
Said that I quit drinkin', but I'm back at it
I said that I quit drinkin', but I'm back at it
Your bitch leavin' with us, nigga, that's tragic
The roof go in the trunk, that's magic
She rollin' weed and she don't even smoke
Come to your job and make it flood, bitch, you gon' need a boat

Foreign cars, that's e'ryday

A million off a tour, that's e'ryday

Hundred broads, that's e'ryday
Gettin' this money, livin' large in e'ry way
Smokin' dope, that's e'ryday
Run through your door, that's e'ryday
Pullin' hoes, that's e'ryday
Get money mo', that's e'ryday
Smokin' dope, that's e'ryday
Run through your door, that's e'ryday
Pullin' hoes, that's e'ryday
Get money mo', that's e'ryday

I'm twenty years in and I still win
Hangin' with the Taylors, drinkin' gin and I'm dancin'
Sunday I will ride the Bugatti, Monday I ride Benz
Any chick and all of her friends, you know I'm tossin'

Big money spend, little money fold
You got one crib, Juicy got four

Only clubs that I like gotta have poles
Only fuck with model chicks, but I play with hoes
My mansion sittin' on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
And I still mob through the hood, I don't need no waiver
Cause if you niggas get wrong, I'mma see you later

Foreign cars, that's e'ryday

A million off a tour, that's e'ryday

Hundred broads, that's e'ryday
Gettin' this money, livin' large in e'ry way
Smokin' dope, that's e'ryday
Run through your door, that's e'ryday
Pullin' hoes, that's e'ryday
Get money mo', that's e'ryday
Smokin' dope, that's e'ryday
Run through your door, that's e'ryday
Pullin' hoes, that's e'ryday
Get money mo', that's e'ryday