Morning Calculations

Oh, Ay Ay Ay Damn (La música de Harry Fraud) When you really gotta goal you gotta stick to it I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator (Numbers) More M's in my bank got a ring to it I can't trip of what you think cause you been a hater I'm in the SF90 place Montana Still active run upon this coupe then FN clapping I re-up then I cop again so don't trip I'm 'bout to drop again You won't get it 'less you know what you want I hit the blunt and then I hop in the ghost Get to writting my goals All that fake shit getting exposed You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough Eighty nights on the road ninety somethin' for the Rolls Hunnid somethin' for the platinum and that's when I'm casual (Casual) Shhh so I ain't trippin' of shit 'Cause first they love you Thеn they hate you then thеy love you again (Love you again) And I need all hundreds you can keep all them twenties and shit I'm a whole 'nother beast When it come to this shit (When it come to this shit) Poured up sippin' a juice while I'm clutching the stick And one thing I don't do is ask niggas for shit (Ask niggas for shit) I'm a grown ass man I pass niggas and shit I got so much options man it's hard to pick So don't check me lil nigga check that bitch Walked out the dope game still had nine zips The bright lights in Las Vegas made it hard to quit Same niggas from the block (Block) I just happend to rap (Rap) We ain't never have a job we was havin' the trap Niggas know how I rock you niggas know you a cat (Meow) Ship a hunnid' on grind and put the navi on nap When you cross the state lines man you gotta be cool But real talk if they on you then somebody was rattin' Don't be calling my phone asking me what happend Every since a young nigga, I run it up with a passion (With a passion) Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy Good Job, shit Man