Everyday Lyrics - Ace Hood

Everyday, Everyday, Everyday 

Everyday I gotta hustle, everyday I gotta shine 

I wake up every morning with money on my mind 

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday) 

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday) 

Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday 

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday) 

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday) 

Nothin' else matter but the money 

Nothin' else matter but the money 

Fuck a nigga hatin' 

Nigga's used to pull up in the bucket 

Now [?] cost a hundred 

You don't wanna run it 

Need a couple mil, I can front it 

Everything you do, And I done it, I just keep it one hundred 

Everyday a nigga gettin' blunted, and I'm with a white snow bunny 

Heard you got problems, Glock 40 on me for the dummies 

And I got a little for your buddies 

Homie don't play that, swear [?] word to my momma 

She just told me focus on the comma's, boy that's everyday 

I just wanna get it ten ways, rollie and a pair of new J's 

Everyday I wake, I gotta thank the Lord for the day 

Then I gotta go and get paid 

Oh my goodness 

Ain't drived the Porsche in a month, my range rover make a nigga hush 

Fuck nigga want 

Sorry if I'm being too blunt, I gotta show a hater how to stunt 

Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it 

Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million 

Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it 

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Boy I'm getting money like a sheikh 

Quarter mil, make it in a week 

Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech 

A Couple bad bitches in the jeep 

20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this 

You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large 

Coulda went and bought a new Benz, but instead I just put it on the wrist 

And your bitch love it, rich nigga but I'm still thuggin' 

Broke nigga's stay mean muggin' 

Used to have trouble with the four door Ford, now I'm tryin' make the Forbes 

Ya'll ain't seen nothin' 

Ain't even trippin', promise Imma die real nigga and free my homeboys in the system 

Stay prayed up, everyday my mind made up 

Everyday [?], never caught slippin' 

Case the wanna push they luck, try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing 

Woo 

I love it when the beat go to ride out 

I gotta yellow bone stripper at the trap house 

I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time 

Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine 

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