Ace Hood - Everyday lyrics

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Everyday, everyday, everyday

Everyday I gotta hustle in, day I gotta shine

I wake up every morning with money on my mind

I gotta push my verse, I gotta drop my top

I gotta shake my trap, I gotta hit my block

Oh, every, everyday

Oh, every, everyday

I gotta push my verse, I gotta drop my top

I gotta shake my trap, I gotta hit my block

Nothing else matter but the money

Nothing else matter but the money

Fuck a nigga hate you

Niggas used to pull up in a bucket

Now the same trade cost a hundred

You don’t wanna run it, need a couple mil’ I can front it

Everything you doing I done done it, I just keep it 100

Everyday a nigga getting bloody

And I’m with a white snow bunny

Crazy back tunnels

Glock 40 on me for the dummies

And I got a little for your buddies

Homie, don’t play that, swear I brought these words to my momma

She just told me focus on the commas

At this every day, I just wanna get it ten ways

Rollie and a pair of new chase

Every day I wake I gotta thank the Lord for the day

Then I gotta go and get paid

Oh, my goodness, ain’t got a portion of money

Arranged make a nigga hush

Fuck nigga, wow, sorry if I’m being too blunt

I gotta show out here how to stunt

Boy, you a joke, Kevin Heart with it

Fear a rebel worth about a couple million

I’mma go get it, nigga, I’mma go get it, nigga

I’mma go get it

Everyday I gotta hustle in, day I gotta shine

I wake up every morning with money on my mind

I gotta push my verse, I gotta drop my top

I gotta shake my trap, I gotta hit my block

Oh, every, everyday

Oh, every, everyday

I gotta push my verse, I gotta drop my top

I gotta shake my trap, I gotta hit my block

Boy, I’m getting money like a sheik

Quarter mil’, made it in a week

Crib like a mall, young nigga living like Meech

A couple bad bitches and the cheef

Twenty gold bottles, you don’t know nothing about this

You don’t know nothing about a brick

50 K large, could’ve went and bought a new Benz

But instead I just put it on the wrist

And your bitch love it, rich nigga but I’m still thuggin’

Broke nigga steady mugging

Used to have trouble with the four door four

Now I’m tryna make the forge, y’all lames seen nothing

Ain’t mean tripping, promise I’mma die a real nigga

Free my home boys in the system

Stay prayed up, every day my mind made up

Every day a round with a tuck, never caught slipping

Case they wanna push they luck

Try me if you thinking I’m bluffing

I love it when the beat gotta ride out

I got a yellow boned stripper at the track post

I put the Chevy in the shop till the summertime…

Everyday I gotta hustle in, day I gotta shine

I wake up every morning with money on my mind

I gotta push my verse, I gotta drop my top

I gotta shake my trap, I gotta hit my block

Oh, every, everyday

Oh, every, everyday

I gotta push my verse, I gotta drop my top

I gotta shake my trap, I gotta hit my block