BeatKing - End of the Day lyrics
[BeatKing - End of the Day lyrics]
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please, get the fuck from round me
These niggas talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit around me
Yo, yo imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real nigga
To the end of the day
Hold up i done cuss so many niggas off
I don’t feel it in my chest no more
I only love four females on this planet
So I’ll never stress no ho
Only problem you have on this earth
Money will fix it ma bitch bad
Ma roof missin never fall off
Flex forever i’m a West
Hand on that metal free from the clownin
Niggas be down niggas be throwin that shade
But all my fucks are missin can’t find em
Hold up throw that ass back
Imma throw Gs drop that ass down
Bitch slowly hold up
Now she wanna fuck and she don’t know me
Hold up, hold up, hold up
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please, get the fuck from round me
These niggas talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit around me
Yo, yo imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real nigga
To the end of the day
Her hands around them bouquillas
I’m the only one around? Northside raised me
Town made me shout out to all them old hoes
Who played me cause ya’ll bad built now
And yo kids ugly club god I stay
And if you ain’t gettin paper
Stay away from me
I luv ridin round with no roof
It just disappear like poof
Something with truth
You making paper I salute
If you a real nigga I salute
If you a real bitch I salute truth
That bad girl who wanna ride around
Still with the same niggas from ‘99
Still the same niggas with me
When it’s time to shine hold up (Club god)
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please, get the fuck from round me
These niggas talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit around me
Yo, yo imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real nigga
To the end of the day
A wise woman once told me
Nigga don’t ever fall off
Nigga, these fake niggas make you fall off
If you fallin off
That air feel real good hittin yo face
Until you hit the ground
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please, get the fuck from round me
These niggas talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit around me
Yo, yo imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real nigga
To the end of the day
Hold up i done cuss so many niggas off
I don’t feel it in my chest no more
I only love four females on this planet
So I’ll never stress no ho
Only problem you have on this earth
Money will fix it ma bitch bad
Ma roof missin never fall off
Flex forever i’m a West
Hand on that metal free from the clownin
Niggas be down niggas be throwin that shade
But all my fucks are missin can’t find em
Hold up throw that ass back
Imma throw Gs drop that ass down
Bitch slowly hold up
Now she wanna fuck and she don’t know me
Hold up, hold up, hold up
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please, get the fuck from round me
These niggas talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit around me
Yo, yo imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real nigga
To the end of the day
Her hands around them bouquillas
I’m the only one around? Northside raised me
Town made me shout out to all them old hoes
Who played me cause ya’ll bad built now
And yo kids ugly club god I stay
And if you ain’t gettin paper
Stay away from me
I luv ridin round with no roof
It just disappear like poof
Something with truth
You making paper I salute
If you a real nigga I salute
If you a real bitch I salute truth
That bad girl who wanna ride around
Still with the same niggas from ‘99
Still the same niggas with me
When it’s time to shine hold up (Club god)
All I think is paper
If you ain’t makin paper
Then please, get the fuck from round me
These niggas talking bout us
They talk loud when they wanna save face
They never say that shit around me
Yo, yo imma still get this paper
At the end of the day
Imma still fuck yo bitch
At the end of the day (hold up, hold up)
Imma still be a real nigga
To the end of the day
A wise woman once told me
Nigga don’t ever fall off
Nigga, these fake niggas make you fall off
If you fallin off
That air feel real good hittin yo face
Until you hit the ground