kenny muney – no days off lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i said it, i mean it, it is what it is, i stand on this sh+t like a crate (yeah)
we on the run to the millions, if he ain’t one hundred, i promise i’m pumpin’ the breaks (get out)
my b+tch, she know that i’m real like a state (once again, i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)
ain’t nothin’ like them n+ggas, they medium rare, so don’t never compare me to them n+ggas, bae
i’m the type of n+gga god give a b+tch when she pregnant
yeah, i’m thе type of n+gga, i’m at the club, get a rеdhead
yeah, big boy racks, i’m at the bank, need a day off (yeah)
h+lla late nights in the trap, that done paid off
ball on you n+ggas like my head got shaved off (ooh)
trappin’ with the ‘migos, took off like takeoff
still gettin’ money, and i still ain’t took a day off (yeah)
[verse]
ain’t no interference, they had no excuses, that money gon’ have to get made (got to)
too grown to be beggin’, too young to be chillin’, got diamonds to buy and got billions to pay (yeah)
i don’t get no sleep, my spot open like legs
my b+tch mad as f+ck, i ain’t seen her in days (hahaha)
i go get the money in so many ways
i’m good with my label, i’m good with the j
sh+t, i can do whatever, i’m good with my label, i’m good with the j (yeah)
i been in the studio fresh off the plane (yeah, yeah)
my mama like, “boy, your ass work like a slave” (mama)
i’m workin’ like this just to make sure you straight
since i was thirteen i been comin’ in late
i got off my ass and i made us a way
now i got a big diamond smile on my face, yeah
don’t it feel good when you finally get them motherf+ckin’ racks up?
used to be broke, now i’m fly, pterodactyl (too fly)
yeah, i jump up and i go in full sets up
and i’m buyin’ guns like clothes, don’t act up
whole lotta money, but i still’ll get active (yeah)
fly down your block ’til your b+tch ass backed up (bah+bah, bah, bah)
no days off ’til your b+tch ass backed up
no days off ’til your b+tch ass backed up, hmm
[interlude]
ain’t no bap off the hook, i’m just beasin’, my n+gga, yeah
[chorus]
i said it, i mean it, it is what it is, i stand on this sh+t like a crate (yeah)
we on the run to the millions, if he ain’t one hundred, i promise i’m pumpin’ the breaks (get out)
my b+tch, she know that i’m real like a state
ain’t nothin’ like them n+ggas, they medium rare, so don’t never compare me to them n+ggas, bae
i’m the type of n+gga god give a b+tch when she pregnant
yeah, i’m the type of n+gga, i’m at the club, get a redhead
yeah, big boy racks, i’m at the bank, need a day off (yeah)
h+lla late nights in the trap, that done paid off
ball on you n+ggas like my head got shaved off (ooh)
trappin’ with the ‘migos, took off like takeoff
still gettin’ money, and i still ain’t took a day off (yeah)
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