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You should be right here in this drop top
Or in the sand, on the beach, let our lips lock
Sex me with a view over mai tais
No wi-fi get to My hotspot
Can I be honest?
Yeah, we both want it, yeah
You’re losing focus
I hope you notice
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
You don’t take me serious until I’m done
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
And you don’t take me serious until I’m done

You’ll be back for more, yeah, yeah
You won’t regret it, (oh yea!) oh no
You’ll be back for more
You won’t regret it, (oh yea!) oh no
No, no, no
No babe

Pull up, right now
Ain’t no need for us to play around
The argues
Played out
Broken record let it fade out
Got me all up in my feelings
You out partyin’, I’m chilling
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
You don’t take me serious until I’m done
You don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone
And you don’t take me serious until I’m done

You’ll be back for more, yeah, yeah
You won’t regret it, no no (Won’t regret it)
You’ll be back for more
You won’t regret it (oh yeah!)
I’ll call it payback
If you do (I do)
But we both know what you want on the low (low)
His love was faded
From your mind
So when I hit you up you come in no time (No woah)
At my doorstep
You arrive (Arrive)
Tench coat on, wearing nothing insaide (Nothing inside)
You came late yeah, but you right on time (Right on time)
All I know (All I know)
All I know (All I know)
You’ll be back for more
You won’t be regret, oh yeah
You’ll be back for more
You won’t regret it (You won’t regret it)
No, no, no
Na babe
Ohhh,Ohh

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout
Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
200 of ’em in the back of the ..
And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
Rich Homie!

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it versuri-lyrics.info
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
I was there bro had to get on
Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Old money new money in the shoe box
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh.

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittasss.

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

A lot of rubber bands in the safe boy
I don’t buy nothin’ I’m dirt cheap
Red carpet fresh yeah all the time
Brown suit call a nigga Louis 13
No feelings can’t let a b***h hurt me
Broke bitches are the only thing that hurt me
Gettin’ money the s**t we don’t trip ’bout
Talk cash money s**t I got a big mouth
Stop savin’ these h**s with a cape on
This stick got a 9 and a beige on
The TEC got my name on it Draymond
Money in the mattress every night ’cause I lay on it
Ballin’ hard need a new court to play on
I can’t fall off I’ma stay on
Big crib for all my Section 8 homies
So many diamonds in the patek it look like the fake gone
Paid yo’ son to ask the people
Suck it like a vacuum cleaner
Smoke the dope pass it neither
Who gon’ smoke pass the reefer
200 of ’em in the back of the ..
And I need a lawyer I’m talkin’ a paralegal
I just get the money I can’t get mad at people
Tryin’ to get a brand new bag everyday
Rich Homie!

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it versuri-lyrics.info
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas.

Get the money everyday and throw the bread in the safe
Niggas get wrong throw the lead in their face
Had to go get the money go get the money go, you slow nigga I don’t know nigga why you broke
Traphouse go crazy, gotta grind like a broke lady
I was there bro had to get on
Couple niggas hatin’ had to get gone
I’ve been goin’ hard man I can’t stop
Old money new money in the shoe box
And I’m still with the same old day ones
Same nigga never changed with the fame on
Had to go get a chain with my name on it
Wrist game came with the rain on it
Rollie so wet I can paint on it
Real trap nigga got the thing on me
Had to really be a man, had stand on my two feet
You don’t understand why I ride with the 2 heat
Money comin’ in they gon’ hate on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
They don’t wanna see me win better pray on it
I’ma go and get the bag keep the weight on it
And if it come up short put yo’ head on the plate
I need everything put the bag on my main yeahhh.

Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittas
Yeah, get the money everyday and throw that bread in the safe yeah
And if you come up short put yo’ head on the plate yeah
Had to grind and grind and go get it
Had to stay away from hoe niggas
More problems then it’s more hittasss.

[Intro]
Purpp Digital, Digital Purpp
All these chains on me
All these chains on me, nigga
[?] on this side

[Chorus 1]
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret
I pick up the check and I stretch
Young nigga fuck on his ex
I did some things I regret
Still ride around with that tec

[Verse]
[?]
All my niggas baked
Kick in that door like Liu Kang
I told you, Lil Purpp got crack
I hit that bitch from the back
I hit the bitch with a sack
Sonny rollin’ grams of wax
You ain’t top this lil nigga
[?]
You betta run to your nigga
I keep a gun lil nigga

[Chorus 2]
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from the trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret

[Intro: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Gang!
Know we mud bruddas, drug bruddas know what I’m sayin’ came from the bottom
Let’s get it man
Know what I’m sayin’ they ain’t gon’ really like this shit Lil Reese
Let’s get it bro
Let’s make a million dollars off this tape real quick, you know
Let’s get it!

[Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Keep my pistol, speak on the dead and my niggas gon’ get you
6 shots in the nickel, got my stripe like a ref without a whistle
And I love my vultures do what they say them boys is just talkin’
Reese money hawkin’, ain’t no nigga in the city that’ll try to stop him
Headshot made his whole brain scuplture
100 pounds let the whole hood older
Knew some older niggas pension turned some young niggas cobras
Chase his ass face his ass, no he ain’t get no pass
Erase his ass lace his ass, he know his ass is grass
100 thousand in the stash box he ever need me then he asked out
Found the plug and I cashed out
My baby momma made me lash out
Free my young nigga (?)
Smoke a bag up with Reese
With the muthafuckin’ groupies know my life is movie

[Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

[Verse 2: Lil Reese}
These niggas ain’t shooters, a lot of these niggas they snitchin’ they goofies
These niggas ain’t stupid, talkin’ like he about it but I know he ain’t ruthless
And you don’t want to get into it, ’cause niggas around me they’ll toy with you too
And you don’t wanna really do it, talkin’ like you got it you can do it too
And let’s get straight to it, flame with the backwood wood after wood
I know me and Durk good, now you go get out the hood not to be in the hood
And we can go back to it, but a lot of niggas can’t go back to it
I’m just sayin’ I’m good, I’m just sayin’ we good
So much shit I can say but it can be locked today
After doin’ bad I pray, I gotta thank The Lord everyday
‘Cause you know where I come from it ain’t safe
Pull up, hit ’em with the K
Pull off, DOA

[Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you niggas not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol