TraiD - Good Day ft Raheem Devaughn текст песни

Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma do whatever it takes
Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma get it on a good day, on a good day

This a … flight in a tight ship
We grinding all day plus the night shift
I said don't worry, I got it and won't we ride trip
Now we the niggers that these suckers be polite with
Kissing ass, sucking up, ha, I figured
All my bitches lost weight, now they thighs' thicker
Ain't it funny, I'm a rapper killing lives nigger
Time is money, only diamonds killing time nigger
I just want my nigger Ant to see it
When I blow a lot of money and I act conceded
It's coming, and the city's on my back, believe it
Watch me make a couple stacks, back to back repeat it, hey
I ain't crazy, there's a … to my madness
Right when mama told me hit the campus
Good days coming, bet a hundred, just watch what happens
I'm turning down town Dallas to my thunder clap palace

I gotta get my money, till my money is right
I'm on a one way first class fight
And I'm on my grind for my money
Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma do whatever it takes
Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma get it on a good day, on a good day

Money talks, let me tell you about my second language
Haters know that I can speak and try to take advantage
As you can see making moves come with lots of baggage
As you can see I couldn't lose cause I got the package
Once I make it out the hood I never look back
Cause I never found it cool to fucking cook crack

Cook wild when I'm making cooks cook for me
All I want about the hood is who it took from me
I told my … about this bacon that I'm bringing home
We talk about my ex girls, steady hanging on
I'm a fist class nigger, said I carry on
I'm a first class nigger, no carry ons
What the hell y'all on, grind for that money hoe
Making moves and I'm going where that money go
Haters wishing for a chance that I bail
But sorry bitches ain't a chance up in hell
Now pick you pace up

I gotta get my money, till my money is right
I'm on a one way first class fight
And I'm on my grind for my money
Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma do whatever it takes
Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma get it on a good day, on a good day

…like a runner, jam rock…
… of a hussler, I walk that walk
Talk that talk, living that dream,
… real hard, for the duffle bag…
Yeah I be…these lines…
And dj bring it back …rewind
And everywhere that we go we blowing up
… Dc to paris, 368…
We used to say… have
We hussle hard, and play harder
Cause … promise tomorrow
And give thanks to the man in the sky
…I believe I can fly
Stop the track, this is dedicated to you
Whoever, whoever you are
It's that new… era
…

Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma do whatever it takes
Pick up your pace, pick it up son
I'm on a paper chase, just pick it up son
And I'm on my grind for my money
And I'ma get it on a good day, on a good day.