
Minimum Wage Pressa
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[Intro]
Ah
You don’t know how it feel to be locked in the the cage and run out of numbers to dial
I’m from the dirt like the tiles
Press
Ye
Whoa
Money well spent
[Hook]
I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it’s back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can’t go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage
[Verse 1]
I come from dodging the pot hole
Throw pounds in the air like he Ralo
Can’t makе ‘em pull up and out me
So I keep it on me likе Narcos
I can’t be dealing with bitches that keep getting jealous complain 'bout my side hoe
I’m dripping in casa the blanco
Pull up to the club in a Tahoe
You don’t know how it feel to be locked in the cage and run out of numbers to dial
Rolex baguette the dial
He lost his life he went viral
See ima just lead never follow
He snake my gun then we fall out
I hit the beat pour my heart out
I can’t go back to the bottom
Ah
You don’t know how it feel to be locked in the the cage and run out of numbers to dial
I’m from the dirt like the tiles
Press
Ye
Whoa
Money well spent
[Hook]
I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine everyday
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
Unless it’s back of the Bach and I'm having my way
I can’t go back to the back to the back to the back to the back to no minimum wage
[Verse 1]
I come from dodging the pot hole
Throw pounds in the air like he Ralo
Can’t makе ‘em pull up and out me
So I keep it on me likе Narcos
I can’t be dealing with bitches that keep getting jealous complain 'bout my side hoe
I’m dripping in casa the blanco
Pull up to the club in a Tahoe
You don’t know how it feel to be locked in the cage and run out of numbers to dial
Rolex baguette the dial
He lost his life he went viral
See ima just lead never follow
He snake my gun then we fall out
I hit the beat pour my heart out
I can’t go back to the bottom
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