8 To A 4

I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4

Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke

Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope

Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope

Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole

Started a argument in the club and we left with his soul

Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more

If you ain't putting on the drink, then you ain't sippin' lean no more

Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most

Life was a horror movie, I feel like I'm meant to be in Ghost

I see some designer clothes, feel like I'm meant to be in those

Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat

Since my first ring, I kept on buying them row after row

It don't take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope

It don't take no effort for me to fuck a hoe after a show

Feds ask me questions, I won't tell them what they wanna know

Everyday, I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go

Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat

Money Mitches paid in full, I ain't never pay a note

I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4

Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke

Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope

Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope

Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole

Started a argument in the club and we left with his soul

Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more

Got some killas waiting for me, down to tell them "it's a go"

I got ruts inside my blunt, but it's the enemies I smoke

I'm a frequent shopper, they know all my size at every store

They be following me around, soon as I walk in the door

Far from broke, in two years, I made seven mil' on the low

Ain't no problem, ain't no pat down when they let me in the door

Just 'cause I slap your hand don't mean I consider you my bro

Lately I've been getting bread, I fill my oven up with dough

Off the X, I don't wanna eat, don't worry about calories no more

Get bags everyday, I don't wanna get no salary no more

All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope

Used to want his girl, if she pull up I end up in her throat

I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4

Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke

Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope

Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope

Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole

Started a argument in the club and we left with his soul

Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more