Every day, they tell me what I can and what I can't do
****, please, ****, please
Every day, they tell me what I can and what I can't do
****, please, ****, please
Man, fuck you
One more time
God bless the women of today and how they dress
But, shit, man, I'm tellin' my bae to hide her breasts
Shit, man, I'm tellin' side bae, "I'm not impressed
Show me something, hold the frontin'
Girl you know I shop for sex"
On my rider shit, now I'm thinkin' positive
Always quick to fuck this ink up on some Junior Lavie shit
All my **** ridin' with me, all your **** ride your dick
And we ridin' till the end, ain't got no time to stop and piss
I'm a genius, I'm a muhfuckin' genius, I'll admit
Y'all were hypnotized to think a greater being does not exist
All the jets I'm lighting got a **** high and problem is
I would schmurda for this money like my name was Bobby, bitch
(Every day) Try to stack the money tall as YG, bitch
If she trippin', leave the bitch alone and tell her, "Hade, miss"
(Every day) Wake up and ask myself how to body this
Wake up and smell the fuckin' coffee, man, I just bodied this
Every day, they tell me what I can and what I can't do
****, please, ****, please
Every day, they tell me what I can and what I can't do
****, please, ****, please
One more time

Writer(s): Nasty C.