Nav - 8 To A 4 Lyrics - Your Own Buddy

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Ill be trappin way before I work an 8 to a 4
Glad I got myself together, cause I hated being broke
Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low
Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope
Whether its strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole
Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul
Lately, makin fifty racks dont feel the same to me no more
Im done helpin everybody, aint got no sympathy no more

If you aint puttin on the drip, then you aint sippin lean no more
Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most
Life was a horror movie, I feel like Im meant to be in Ghost
I see some designer clothes, feel like Im meant to be in those
Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat
Since my first ring, I kept on buyin em row after row
It dont take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope
It dont take no effort for me to fuck a ho after a show
Feds ask me questions, I wont tell them what they wanna know
Every day I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go
Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat
Money Mitches, paid in full, I aint never pay a note

Got some killers waitin for me, down to tell em its a go
I got Runtz inside my blunt, but its the enemies I smoke
Im a frequent shopper, they know all my size at every store
They be followin me around soon as I walk in the door
Far from broke, in two years, I made seven mil on the low
Aint no problem, aint no pat-down when they let me in the door
Just cause I slap your hand dont mean I consider you my bro
Lately, Ive been gettin bread, I fill my oven up with dough
Off the X, I dont wanna eat, dont worry about calories no more
Get bags every day, I dont wanna get no salary no more
All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope
Used to want his girl, if she pull up, I end up in her throat