10 2 10 (remix) Lyrics - Big Sean

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican 

That mean I work from 10 to 10 

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again 

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline 

Bitch, I do what I do, I feel how I feel 

Got my drink on the rise, got my house on the hill 

Got the girl of your dreams yep I pop her, for real 

And I'm thumbing through bill after bill after bill 

After bill, but I still pay respect to my city 

So much man you thought I was in debt for real 

Every day is a chase, every night is a thrill 

I feel sorry for whoever's not in the will 

G.O.O.D music or die ho, shout out to Ye-Ye 

Dumped all my other hoes, shout out to Nay-Nay 

I start my day with a prayer and vagjayjay 

I'm higher than Day-Day, no off day just pay day 

Boy, since I was a bébé I swear was OG, you was a no G 

Textin' these hoes that you love 'em and shit, prolly using them Emoji's 

When you was a OG, bitch, I'd still be more G 

Fuck you know about night terrors, nightmares and night scares 

About not gettin' that white money 'fore a young nigga get white hair 

And I done dropped "Control" just to show you hoes who done got controlled 

You saying that I changed, yep, changed like I supposed 

While you at the same crib still wearin' the same clothes 

Going to the same club, taking the same pose 

Pillow talkin' with the same hoes 

All day about how Em ain't the same Em 

And Hov ain't the same Hov 

Some niggas never grew up, boy, they only grow old 

I guess that what coming up in Detroit do 

Finally famous is a Detroit crew 

Fuck with me and you Detroit food 

End up on the fuckin' Detroit news, better off in the Detroit zoo 

Everybody got haters, I swear we been through this 

Martin had Malcolm, Caesar had Brutus 

Fuck am I saying, Jesus had Judas 

I guess I'm alright though, if I just got you, bitch 

You gon' pull up friend to friend, I'mma pull up Benz to Benz 

While you and her are cheek to cheek, me and her dick to chin 

That's the difference between a 9-to-5 and a 10-to-10 

Sean Don... 

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican 

That mean I work from 10 to 10 

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again 

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline 

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Mastermind... 

My kilos on ice, my sneakers snow white 

I got a place at the Trump, just to pray for advice 

My new bitch is Hispanic, got me speaking bilingual 

Some call it trickin' cause this bitch thicker than Trina 

Anybody wanna motherfuckin' die? Come try me then 

You ain't real till you fucked your dawg's ho 

Seen a brick and had to buy a Benz 

Comin' through and I don't fuck with niggas 

Bitch you wish you wanna fuck a nigga 

Good chance she done fucked a nigga 

Turned around and said "fuck a nigga" 

Stack on my belt, double M we a cult 

Mastermind's in control, so nigga fuck what you thought 

16's of coke, all my verses be dope 

Fuck XXL cause I'm the source to these quotes 

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I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican 

That mean I work from 10 to 10 

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again 

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline 

I've 'een held from ten to tens, swear I won't sin again 

Raising Hell in my residence, Godly presence with presidents 

My day job ain't made me shit, public housin' ain't got no fence 

And college ain't make no sense, niggas whole home invaded quick 

I done work, I done pay my dues, I'm induced, now I'm overdue 

One hit one, call this voodoo, don't want apes to jump out the zoo 

I got one mountain, one problem 

Plus the issues, I can't solve them 

But it's nothin', and I'm still in the club on the couch still fuckin' up somethin' 

Nigga please! 

Mama please, I'm never comin' home 'til I make a hundred G's 

Scratch that, 'til I make a hundred million 

Then I'mma stretch that 'til I make a hundred trillion 

Who knew one day your son would grow up and learn how to be the boy 

Did songs with Hov, now hallelujah fell asleep the real mccoy 

God damn, how you do that? 

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican 

That mean I work from 10 to 10 

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again 

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline