Weeks (Fast) lyrics

[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know moms lookin' proud at me
When sh*t get rough, you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be
Man, this sh*t, it came at the perfect timing, know them n*ggas see
Yeah, n*gga know we can't cheat
Man, my n*gga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
n*gga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon' freeze
n*gga snap on beats, we eat
I guess that rappin' in my genes

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[Post-Chorus: NoCap]
Both of my shoes on top of suits, n*gga, you know I stand on business
Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the sh*t that I don't mention
We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't do no conversatin'
Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private
Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
All my n*gga in the pen', but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks

[Verse 2: NoCap]
Been tryna buy love, make sure I keep all the receipts
I can get him touched, ain't talkin' pedophile, we creep
Lambos and 'Rari Vs, just know that sh*t we need for speed
Bro sold that dog food and I ain't never seen him breed
Stick up in the box'll send 'em down below
Blew up, now I see what you around me for
You who I want, but girl, don't never think I need you
Pull up i8, go ask the hood, I'm the one feed 'em
But they say I been actin' funny since I got on
Luh Tyler, do you want this ho? My n*gga, I don't (Al Geno on the track)
Got dream to go buy a island, I'm playin' blind
My b*tch, she top tier, but blowin' up my phone cryin'

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
n*gga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[Post-Chorus: NoCap]
Both of my shoes on top of suits, n*gga, you know I stand on business
Come from that concrete, I wish you could see the sh*t that I don't mention
We was just servin' fiend nicks, feel like Deandre Ayton
I pull up Hellcat and shoot, we don't do no conversatin'
Remember days in public housin', now we flyin' private
Packin' everywhere I stand, I feel like Bin Laden
All my n*gga in the pen', but I still make deposits
I cut the lean off, been havin' withdrawals for weeks