Wiz Khalifa and John Cena - All Day

Uh, Wiz, i'mma help you re-educate the
Masses right now (You know where I'm from)
(You know where I'm from)
(You know where I'm from)

Uh, Growin' up in that slum
Tatted all on my chest just to
Let y'all know where I'm from
Uh, Haters, I don't see none goin' hard day
Day Lord knows I want the best for my son
So I got Chuck Tays on my feet
And I got bitches smokin' my chief
And I got all my dogs
With me, anyone starvin', man they gon' eat
And we don't do deceit
We do real big receipts
We do first class cabin seats
If you ain't gonna stand for nothin'
Have a seat cause I'm a real one, that's
All day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin' hard, that's all day
I'm gettin' money the long way
I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars
That's all day goin' hard, that's all day
I'm gettin' money the long way
I don't know much about y'all but
I've been hustlin' all day
I don't know much about y'all but
I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyy-y-y-y

Looks like you lettin' 'em know what
Going all day is all about
Well, it's Mr all Day

Y'all 'bout to find God
Make you an instant preacher
They should have never let Cena
Spit with Wiz Khalifa
We all day fam, hotter than a sauna
I'm not from Chi city but
I'm common on the corner
We always hustle hard, you ballin' incidental
I'm 'bout to go on trial
Murderin' instrumentals
I dumb it down for you, I keep it simple, son
I need four fingers
I'm givin' you the middle one

Cause I'm a real one, that's
All day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin' hard, that's all day
I'm gettin' money the long way
I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars
That's all day goin' hard, that's all day
I'm gettin' money the long way
I don't know much about y'all but
I've been hustlin' all day
I don't know much about y'all but
I've been countin' all day
Nah nah n-n nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyy-y-y-y
Nah nah n-n nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyy-y-y-y

I tried to tell these boys I ain't lyin'
Put it in their faces so they
Can get their cake like mine
But man they keep hatin' and I
Can't see the reason why
Why when I get a plate
They keep tryna take it
Put 'em in their places

Cause I'm a real one, that's
All day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin' hard, that's all day
I'm gettin' money the long way
I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars
That's all day goin' hard, that's all day
I'm gettin' money the long way
I don't know much about y'all but
I've been hustlin' all day
I don't know much about y'all but
I've been countin' all day

Nah nah n-n nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyy-y-y-y
Nah nah n-n nah nah, nah nah heyyyyyy-y-y-y

Written by:
Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Eric Allan Dan, Jeremy Kulousek, Zachary Raymond Vaughan, John Cena, Cameron Thomaz, Eric Dan, Zachary Vaughan

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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