8 To A 4 (Explicit)

8 To A 4 (Explicit) - NAV

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Sugar-Ray Antonio Henry/Jordan Bacchus/Mohkom Singh Bhangal

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Sugar-Ray Antonio Henry/Jordan Bacchus/Mohkom Singh Bhangal

I'll 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 **

Whether it's 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 don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helpin' everybody ain't got no sympathy no more

If you ain't puttin' on the drip then you ain't 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 I'm meant to be in Ghost

I see some designer clothes feel like I'm 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 don't take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of **

It don't take no effort for me to f**k a ho after a show

Feds ask me questions I won't 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 ain't never pay a note

I'll 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 **

Whether it's 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 don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helpin' everybody ain't got no sympathy no more

Got some killers waitin' for me down to tell 'em it's a go

I got Runtz inside my blunt but it's the enemies I smoke

I'm 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

Ain't no problem ain't no pat down when they let me in the door

Just 'cause I slap your hand don't mean I consider you my bro

Lately I've been gettin' bread I fill my oven up with dough

Off the X I don't wanna eat don't worry about calories no more

Get bags every day I don't wanna get no salary no more

All the cool guys in my high school I done probably sold them **

Used to want his girl if she pull up I end up in her throat

I'll 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 **

Whether it's 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 don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helpin' everybody ain't got no sympathy no more