EVERY CHANCE I GET Lyrics by DJ Khaled
[Intro: Lil Baby & DJ Khaled]
Tay Keith it’s too hard
(We The Best Music)
(Tay Keith fuck these niggas up)
(Another one)
(DJ Khaled)
[Verse 1: Lil Baby & Lil Durk]
Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago
Add two zeros to the one, I’m in a different mode
This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes
You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home
I got rich out strong, we get ’em and get ’em gone
You know Trappy just got out, ain’t have to put him on
We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on
It’s the middle of the summer, I got the hoodie on
My demon time ain’t nothin’ nice
I try not to wear nothin’ twice
I came up off of shootin’ dice, yeah
My lil’ brother ain’t livin’ right
My sis’ and nem doin’ aight
My cousin is still servin’ life, yeah
Seen the robber rob a Deacon
I seen the preacher get caught for cheatin’
I break the bank for one of my people
I said, “I’m the one”, they didn’t me believe me
I show ’em the facts, then they all need me
I’ma get cake as long as I’m breathin’
They makin’ it hard, this shit really easy, yeah (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m turn up on a hater, every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes fuck up my zone, wish I would claim their bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we run around that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix
Money, cars and clothes and hoes
You know I live in the mix
Money, cars and clothes and hoes
[Verse 2: Lil Baby, DJ Khaled & Lil Durk]
Yeah, she think I’m regular rapper, I’m not
One person come tell me, we fuckin’ your block
Watch me run this shit to the tippity-top, yeah (Keep goin’)
Put my kids in Givenchy, she wants that one plus one, it’s three
I can support you personally
She don’t got a mortgage, [?]
These niggas be cappin’, them cars be leased
Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets
I went on and off, they woke a beast
Struggled with [?], we used to have water for dinner, we didn’t have nothin’ to eat
Soon as I get on his ass, they gon’ look at me better, like, “Damn, he was fuckin’ with me, yeah (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m turn up on a hater, every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes fuck up my zone, wish I would claim their bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we run around that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix
Money, cars and clothes and hoes
You know I live in the mix
Money, cars and clothes and hoes
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I’m from the trenches
Niggas be tough on the ‘net, but really be there for attention
Bitches be talkin’ like they really rich
But really be beggin’ me under my pictures
I give her forty-fifty thousand cash, just start up a bidness
I spend that shit at the dentist
I’d rather fuck her and pay up her rent for a year, just to get out of her feelings
I’m in the Lambo’ truck in my hood, nobody gon’ tell me shit
Goin’ to Cali, I pick my weed for sure, nobody gon’ mail me shit
Dice game, craps the ceelo, I need cash don’t sell me shit
Baby, got his hood on smash you can tell they really rich
Drop the lo’, ain’t no room right now, I took her to the O
Then I pulled on a Lamb ’cause she a fan of Boony Moe
I got the city on lock, uh, fuckin’ up all the opps
I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, I’m standin’ on all the blocks
This the anthem, hmm, hmm
Droppin’ the six in the Phantom, hmm
Black Rolls truck with the all-white seats, remind me I’m sittin’ on Panda, hmm
I love my cousin, she was a dancer
I love my brother, he was a scammer
Sit on my lap ’cause I’m pullin’ her tracks
And I fuck from the back ’cause she callin’ me handsome (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m turn up on a hater, every chance that I get
I want the biggest watch that they got, don’t care if that shit hurt my wrist
All these hoes fuck up my zone, wish I would claim their bitch
They get hard when they get guns, we got a hood full of sticks
Soon as they say we can’t come, you know we run around that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix
Money, cars and clothes and hoes
You know I live in the mix
Money, cars and clothes and hoes
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
We The Best Music
Another one
DJ Khaled
Written by; DJ Khaled
Album/EP; KHALED KHALED