"First Day" lyrics
(Bae, wake up, Duwap posted)
Your favorite trapper, rapper, I'm like Shakespeare
We steady workin' inside the trap, you try the cake in here
Get them bitches up out the trap, they ain't makin' no cake in here
For the love of money, she gon' do anything
Fell in love with money, so I bought me a ring
And I ain't doin' no divorcin'
12 pull up, runnin' from reinforcements
Shawty ate me up, that's gourmet
Big bankroll, I don't care what a whore say
Niggas steady goin' off she say or he say
If it come from my mouth, better believe me
Ayy, DJ, keep this shit on replay
Checks hittin', makin' heatwaves
Artists be the new slaves
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm thinkin' it's funny
It better be 'bout chicken like Kentucky
Baby, if you want me, gotta love me
Come get with the winning team, fuck your hubby
It better be 'bout chicken like Dave
Niggas be comedy like Dave Chappelle
Fuck niggas broke and that's common as hell
When I post, your bitch comment as well
T-ten band jugg got me feelin' so swell
Bape on my shirt, so I feel like Pharrell
You savin' these hoes, should've played that super cell
Puttin' up with hoes, I be tired as hell
I could work any job for real, if I was at the post office you'd receive your mail
If I was running your store, you would make a lot of sales
This a—this a [?], not leavin' no trail
Lot of bad bitches, I ain't goin' on no blind date
Light up a blunt, gotta make sure my mind straight
Do I got money like [?]
Droppin' out [?] out the trap like Kanye
Smokin'—smokin' on strong, smokin' Vin Diesel
Niggas be hatin', man, I swear it be your own people
I like bad bitches, bankrolls and reefer
Too many hoes, damn right, I'm a damn cheater
Everything gon' be okay
Bape on my shirt, nigga, RIP Harambe
Smokin' somethin' heavy, it remind me of octane
I ain't at the beach, fuck nigga, but I been away
I ain't Max B, fuck nigga, but I been the wave
[?] the nigga might fly away
Killer bee like I ain't like this shit anyway
Your bitch come around sometimes like a leap day
She said she want a bill, man, I might need Filipe
High as a bitch, can't remember my birthday
High tech, Sexyy Red, I don't know what's your name
Can't finesse me, must've thought it was my first day
Your favorite trapper, rapper, I'm like Shakespeare
We steady workin' inside the trap, you try the cake in here
Get them bitches up out the trap, they ain't makin' no cake in here
For the love of money, she gon' do anything
Fell in love with money, so I bought me a ring
And I ain't doin' no divorcin'
12 pull up, runnin' from reinforcements
Shawty ate me up, that's gourmet
Big bankroll, I don't care what a whore say
Niggas steady goin' off she say or he say
If it come from my mouth, better believe me
Ayy, DJ, keep this shit on replay
Checks hittin', makin' heatwaves
Artists be the new slaves
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm thinkin' it's funny
It better be 'bout chicken like Kentucky
Baby, if you want me, gotta love me
Come get with the winning team, fuck your hubby
It better be 'bout chicken like Dave
Niggas be comedy like Dave Chappelle
Fuck niggas broke and that's common as hell
When I post, your bitch comment as well
T-ten band jugg got me feelin' so swell
Bape on my shirt, so I feel like Pharrell
You savin' these hoes, should've played that super cell
Puttin' up with hoes, I be tired as hell
I could work any job for real, if I was at the post office you'd receive your mail
If I was running your store, you would make a lot of sales
This a—this a [?], not leavin' no trail
Lot of bad bitches, I ain't goin' on no blind date
Light up a blunt, gotta make sure my mind straight
Do I got money like [?]
Droppin' out [?] out the trap like Kanye
Smokin'—smokin' on strong, smokin' Vin Diesel
Niggas be hatin', man, I swear it be your own people
I like bad bitches, bankrolls and reefer
Too many hoes, damn right, I'm a damn cheater
Everything gon' be okay
Bape on my shirt, nigga, RIP Harambe
Smokin' somethin' heavy, it remind me of octane
I ain't at the beach, fuck nigga, but I been away
I ain't Max B, fuck nigga, but I been the wave
[?] the nigga might fly away
Killer bee like I ain't like this shit anyway
Your bitch come around sometimes like a leap day
She said she want a bill, man, I might need Filipe
High as a bitch, can't remember my birthday
High tech, Sexyy Red, I don't know what's your name
Can't finesse me, must've thought it was my first day
