Ace Hood - Everyday (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Ace Hood - Everyday (Lyrics - Paroles)

Ace Hood - Everyday (Lyrics - Paroles)
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

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