[Intro]
I ain't got no present day
My n*ggas still trappin’ out of Section 8
First class, we got big cake
Ayy
[Chorus]
Hard times don't last, n*gga (Don't last, n*gga)
I was runnin’ down for that cash, n*gga (For that cash)
I wake up, I want me a big bag, n*gga (A big bag, n*gga)
It ain't real hard to do some math, n*gga (Uh)
Had to trust some n*ggas, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)
One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)
Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)
Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)
[Verse]
Yeah, I can't love a b*tch
Glock up on my hip
They got rubber grip
And young Boowop
We up on our sh*t
If you ain't gang, n*gga
We ain't f*ckin' with ya
I can’t trust these n*ggas
I be ballin’, swish
I be ballin', swish
I ball like the Clippers
Who the f*ck is these guys?
I don’t want 'em 'round me
Me and Mal in that fast sh*t
Might make the ground bleed
If it's a problem, fix it, n*ggas need to mind they business
’Cause I been in the trenches gettin' it, tryna stack these riches
These n*ggas hatin' on the kid, don't want me get a plate
That stick with me same size as my nephew Blake
That stick hit and it sound like an 808 (Trapnanana)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no food when I say bust your grape
Uh, she wanna f*ck, I want her tongue
That's how I'm rockin', red rum, put that chopper on your bum
[Chorus]
Hard times don't last, n*gga (Don't last, n*gga)
I was runnin' down for that cash, n*gga (For that cash)
I wake up, I want me a big bag, n*gga (A big bag, n*gga)
It ain't real hard to do some math, n*gga (Uh)
Had to trust some n*ggas, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)
One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)
Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)
Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)