Spreacha BG - Forty Hours (feat. Wes Crave)

What u see is what u get
What i seen i cant forget
All da demons dat i met
Put some meanin in my step
Who u beef wit in these streets a say a lot about u
If yo enimies is pussy nigga u a slouch too
Yea u got some money butchu cheesy
Don't dismiss my craft cause i make it look easy
I dont gotta lie cause i had pussy wit no paper
She gon pay my bill and gimme 40 for a shape up
She gon sell her body if it mean we gotta eat
If dat aint how she boppin den dat bitch is not for me holup
Ima tell her daddy ima keep her out the streets
But she gon be a rider 40 hours out the week
It's a full time -job no we not from the mob ima 100 watt nigga i be shinin thru da fog
And das word to my medallion i dont fuck w stallions
Don't betray da family we are not italian
Shorty told me dat her body is a temple
That is not a buildin dat i think im walkin into
Hit me when u seasoned i dont do no continental
Only fuck w thotties das gon top me in the rental uh
All my niggas hit em up like 96 i wont change my life until i think i might be rich uh
I be in the world i dont stay inside for shit uh i might hit the bed to get some pussy den i dip
What u see is what u get
What i seen i cant forget
All da demons dat i met
Put some meanin in my step
Who u beef wit in these streets a say a lot about u
If yo enimies is pussy nigga u a slouch too
Yea u got some money butchu cheesy
Don't dismiss my craft cause i make it look easy
I dont gotta lie cause i had pussy wit no paper
She gon pay my bill and gimme 40 for a shape up
She gon sell her body if it mean we gotta eat
If dat aint how she boppin den dat bitch is not for me holup
Ima tell her daddy ima keep her out the streets
But she gon be a rider 40 hours out the week
Yea never got my head down I keep my head up
Keep them shooters with me I don't wanna get you wet up
If she not about her paper I'ma have to dead her
Motive to the money nigga I apply the pressure
High class nigga even? me ain't cheap
Shorty play your part you gon' always get the piece
I'm a Hunned grind nigga everything I do elite
We gon take a couple? Just hold us down and watch us eat
Yea Niggas out here actin tough but they toto
Crazy shit the niggas out here doin for the promo
Out here switchin sides for the clout thats a no go
If you niggas rattin' then I know you pickin' photos
What u see is what u get
What i seen i cant forget
All da demons dat i met
Put some meanin in my step
Who u beef wit in these streets a say a lot about u
If yo enimies is pussy nigga u a slouch too
Yea u got some money butchu cheesy
Don't dismiss my craft cause i make it look easy
I dont gotta lie cause i had pussy wit no paper
She gon pay my bill and gimme 40 for a shape up
She gon sell her body if it mean we gotta eat
If dat aint how she boppin den dat bitch is not for me holup
Ima tell her daddy ima keep her out the streets
But she gon be a rider 40 hours out the week
Orite uh uh orite hit em up

Written by:
Jacob Hernandez

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