Trai'd - Good Day ft Raheem Devaughn lyrics

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Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma do whatever it takes

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma get it on a good day, on a good day

This a … flight in a tight ship

We grinding all day plus the night shift

I said don’t worry, I got it and won’t we ride trip

Now we the niggers that these suckers be polite with

Kissing ass, sucking up, ha, I figured

All my bitches lost weight, now they thighs’ thicker

Ain’t it funny, I’m a rapper killing lives nigger

Time is money, only diamonds killing time nigger

I just want my nigger Ant to see it

When I blow a lot of money and I act conceded

It’s coming, and the city’s on my back, believe it

Watch me make a couple stacks, back to back repeat it, hey

I ain’t crazy, there’s a … to my madness

Right when mama told me hit the campus

Good days coming, bet a hundred, just watch what happens

I’m turning down town Dallas to my thunder clap palace

I gotta get my money, till my money is right

I’m on a one way first class fight

And I’m on my grind for my money

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma do whatever it takes

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma get it on a good day, on a good day

Money talks, let me tell you about my second language

Haters know that I can speak and try to take advantage

As you can see making moves come with lots of baggage

As you can see I couldn’t lose cause I got the package

Once I make it out the hood I never look back

Cause I never found it cool to fucking cook crack

Cook wild when I’m making cooks cook for me

All I want about the hood is who it took from me

I told my … about this bacon that I’m bringing home

We talk about my ex girls, steady hanging on

I’m a fist class nigger, said I carry on

I’m a first class nigger, no carry ons

What the hell y’all on, grind for that money hoe

Making moves and I’m going where that money go

Haters wishing for a chance that I bail

But sorry bitches ain’t a chance up in hell

Now pick you pace up

I gotta get my money, till my money is right

I’m on a one way first class fight

And I’m on my grind for my money

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma do whatever it takes

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma get it on a good day, on a good day

…like a runner, jam rock…

… of a hussler, I walk that walk

Talk that talk, living that dream,

… real hard, for the duffle bag…

Yeah I be…these lines…

And dj bring it back …rewind

And everywhere that we go we blowing up

… Dc to paris, 368…

We used to say… have

We hussle hard, and play harder

Cause … promise tomorrow

And give thanks to the man in the sky

…I believe I can fly

Stop the track, this is dedicated to you

Whoever, whoever you are

It’s that new… era

…

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma do whatever it takes

Pick up your pace, pick it up son

I’m on a paper chase, just pick it up son

And I’m on my grind for my money

And I’ma get it on a good day, on a good day.