Weeks (Fast) Luh Tyler (Ft. NoCap)
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[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know moms lookin' proud at me
When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be
Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see
Yeah, nigga know we can't cheat
Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon' freeze
Nigga snap on beats, we eat
I guess that rappin' in my genes
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
(Al Geno on the track)
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
I done turned into a star, remember when they doubted me
Now we up there at the top, I know moms lookin' proud at me
When shit get rough, you gotta keep on grindin', that's just how it be
Man, this shit, it came at the perfect timing, know them niggas see
Yeah, nigga know we can't cheat
Man, my nigga just like Stephen Curry, he shoot from the three
Nigga, I'ma make 'em mad and drop them diamonds, they gon' freeze
Nigga snap on beats, we eat
I guess that rappin' in my genes
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
Everybody tryna be a star, but they don't know the feeling
Every day we on the grind, my mama know we gon' have millions
We gon' run that paper up, I need it up there with the ceiling
Nigga, if it ain't about that bag, then I don't want no dealings
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