get a job - king hamlet lyrics
yeah yeah yeah
mic check
owg
yeah yeah
b*town boy, brazil boy, all that sh*t
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
big body whip like a pimp yeah
moving through the city like i got a bag
haters be hating cause they down bad
only care about profit, cause i’m like that
in love with the money, give me my check
my girl stole my heart. it was a grand theft
if you don’t got luck, don’t play blackjack
i was born for this sh*t just pre the swag
building year, 2025, edificio sh*t, building boys
pre the swag
moving like dame dash
better days to come i only pray and i don’t care
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
hold up wait
told my bro i’d never stop (ah)
got honey in my matcha when i’m chillin’ wit a bop
she could make a k!lling of the top
but she in her baddie era, living life without a thot
seven heavens off the drop
acid for the weekend, met the buddha in a yacht
horses in the porches never trot
chalk line, card decline
i guess the buddha need a job
top, of morning and i’m yawning
this sh*tty ass apartment
this bitty so disarming
roaches smoking roaches in the crib like
how charming
pass it to the left bopiana inhale carbon
told me she ain’t new to this
hungary for the d, we in budapest
hungry for the green, money tree
she a humanist
give two out of the three then i leave this
sh*t so humorous ah
got it bro
sorry for the delay
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
okay
let’s take it back, way before i’m king hamlet
i ain’t had a talent
everything i got is what i earned
used to be fat and f*ckin’ useless
like a broke dj khaled
they said they’d
never let me in a studio, and now i own one
now i answer to no one (talk yo sh*t!!!!!!!!)
muhf*ckas talk sh*t and then say “wassup”
don’t need your two cents, i’m just keeping it a buck!!
stoppin’ me from doin’ sh*t
i ain’t got time for stupidity and foolishness
i be sittin’ zooted in a mood, straight coolin’ it
stupid*ass zoomer call me “unc” and f*ckin’ ruin it
i’m just being modest when i say my shirt’s fitted
if i’m being honest, every f*ckin’ shirt’s fitted
lookin’ real ironic, when i never used to fit in
this is just the start, dawg, you know i ain’t finished
it’s king, b*tch
so talk a lotta sh*t, b*tch, go and get a job, b*tch
putcho ass away, i’m just trynna see yo’ dawg, b*tch
16*hour days, even kings get exhausted
so who they talkin’ sh*t about?
i know it’s not us!
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
talk a lot of sh*t, b*tch go and get a job
the cart be screaming cause is money o’clock
money exchange from real to dol’
you better don’t f*ck up don’t drop the ball
ah ah ah
you bookie
we in toronto and sh*t
i learned the lingo, i learned the lingo
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