Kidd Keo - These Days lyrics

Cien, doscientos, trescientos
Cuatrociento', quiniento'
Seisciento', seteciento', ochociento'
Novenciento', mil

These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit
I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people
I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch
I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name

I don't even like people, oh
I got a bitch talking
I don't wanna make friends, boy
The back of car's jumping
I don't wanna talk media fans
I don't wanna talk nothing
I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny

Don't hit my line
The money on the other line
I trynna fucking money bitchs
I got a Savior red wine
All I know is go dork
I don't talk with the birds
I don't care how you feel
Pussy board I go first
Don't call with the drama
Is tripping as karma
Estaba pobre en el bloque
Y ahora yo parto la pana
Yo ando siempre a lo mío
Quiero estar siempre a lo mío
Yo estaba roto en el barrio
Y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo

Give wap four wap
(cash) , honest call my Dbtrap
Red dye on my head, red head like Bob
Don't call with the bullshit
We know how to talk all my homies real trap
All my homies got stress

These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit
I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people
I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch
I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name

Bankroll bankroll, 'cause all I know
I'm on my shit, I'm on my own
Telephone telephone, money ringtone
Estáis tos' en mí, yo por encima de tos', ooh
'Toy ocupado, contando flush
No estoy pa' la bitch, no estoy pa' tu club
You can't be me, or run on my shoes
I've been PC, flexing on you
'Tá mi nombre en el mapa
No hay que decir palabra
Don't fuck with the wap tap
Trap boy on the trapstars
Scary faces be all around
Get the money and we're all out
Money, bitches, please come me
First of bitches please get out

These days these days, these days these days
I don't wanna hear shit
I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't talk with the people
I just wanna get paid
These days these days, these days these days
I don't care about the bitch
I stay with the gang
These days these days, these days these days
You're not my homie, you don't know my name