"Earned" lyrics

LGP QUA, DJ Drama & Tory Lanez Lyrics

"Earned"

[DJ Drama:]
(I'm workin' on dyin')
They question how I got the top spot
Huh, nigga, 'cause I earned it (Gangsta Grillz)

[LGP Qua:]
I'm feelin' better than I ever did
On a paper mission, tryna get it like a settlement
They see the bench plan goin' hard, please [?]
Know they 'bout to hear this and go crazy in the club again
Knowin' that we got it, baby girl, so why you askin'?
Knowin' she was foreign, from the head down to the accent
And every time she hit an injury, she say "Damn, is that an Aston?"
Every time I see them jeans, I'm thinkin' "How she fit the ass in?" (Uh)

[Tory Lanez:]
How she fit that ass in? I just pull an [?]
Fuck her like a butcher, tryna [?] like I'm Aston
Shorty and her folks got that Volks' and that wagon
Should I hit once? I'm supposed to be braggin'
Buy a bitch [?], but don't buy that bitch a Birkin
Fuck her friend good, make her other friend nervous
She don't want my dick, fuck her, bitch, I jerk it
I'm flee, get the pussy for free, so why splurge it?

[LGP Qua:]
Why they talkin' how they talkin' 'cause they made niggas?
Why everybody throwin' shots at the made niggas?
Off the rep, take a guess what we made, nigga
All top tier, bad girls gettin' slayed, nigga

Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Yeah, we earned that)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Grr)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that
All top tier, bad girls gettin' slayed, nigga
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Philly)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Oh)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (What?)
All top tier, bad girls gettin' slayed, nigga

[Tory Lanez:]
I'm in Philly, bad bitch, I fuck a silly nigga
I work the pot and count this money like a friendly nigga
He goin' live all in the trap and I'm like "Really, nigga?"
And any nigga wonder why we gotta kill these niggas
Bustdown AP's
Nigga yellin' touchdown with my AC, niggas (Yeah)
Shorty really don't deserve to fuck me
She can throw it at me now, but I deserve that cudi, on the real

[LGP Qua:]
What's the dealy? I call up Tory, he in the city
I got a feelin' that niggas really ain't fuckin' with me
Let's get paid, be the motto niggas, my brothers with me
Out of bounds, caught 'em like I put somethin' on them North feel
That's where you can find me, where the murder counter's higher
Than the streaming lost on TIDAL
When a war real, you can't go and hind
And it's the chance to prove yourself
'Cause you gon' die or be an idol, turn me up

Why they talkin' how they talkin' 'cause they made niggas?
Why everybody throwin' shots at the made niggas?
Off the rep, take a guess what we made, nigga
All top tier, bad girls gettin' slayed, nigga

Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Yeah, we earned that)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Grr)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that
All top tier, bad girls gettin' slayed, nigga
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Philly)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (Oh)
Nigga, 'cause we earned that (What?)
All top tier, bad girls gettin' slayed, nigga

[DJ Drama:]
(Gangsta Grillz)
Shoutout to Philly
Shoutout to T-Dot
LGP Qua, Tory


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