8 to a 4 - NAV

[Chorus]
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 dope
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

[Verse 1]
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 dope
It don't take no effort for me to fuck 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

[Chorus]
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 dope
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

[Verse 2]
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 dope
Used to want his girl, if she pull up, I end up in her throat

[Chorus]
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 dope
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