SEVEN DAYS Lyrics

Aye

Ain't really nothing man

Ya just gotta do it

Ya just gotta do it for em

Aye

I make money like nothing you seen

Seven days a week

I get lifted off the green

You get shot up in ya spleen boy

Talking all that mean boy

We always see you on a screen

Ain't enough, we get rough

Catching bodies every way

Steady moving in the fold

'Specially if I see you on the streets

I'm snatching up yo whore

You won't see her anymore

Walk up in the club

Toking all the bud

All the bitches falling on the floor

All I do is catch the bands

Money dance

Brodie see the money hands

Bout a flood a bitty pants

You ain't really fucking man

Aye

You ain't really fucking man

I don't know

I don't know what you been up to

But it ain't been fucking man so

Fix that shit