Nightmare

This goes out to all you hatin' ass bitches
Fear of my success and praying for my bad business
Stinking up the club cuz you that dude
Bad moves reflect what you are like you fast food. You trash foo
Why you focused on my dues man
Trying to hate on what I do man. Trying being you man
Thinking you control the currensy like you Sudan
But your pockets loose like kids trying on some new vans
But you claim you doing big things
Livin' for the big dreams
Until you hear what Gin Brings
Now you sorrow in your Jim Beam
Till your bottles empty and you go back to being nothing
Living off the hate and retract the repercussions
Trash but you love bait and trap to me is nothing
I'm a keep it thrill and watch the followers who stunt
And brush's off the should like Omarosa to Trump. Come on

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I make money on my days off
Play no mind to haters cuz hating has never paid off
I make money on my days off
Ya'll wish you were me but ain't go the balls to play boss

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Just relax and take a drink
Stop hating on your short game and focus on the link
To the table
Unable to achieve me the real gin
Signed sealed delivered in a pocket you'll can't field in
Now breathe in what the truth be. Loosely you taken credit for what you use to be
But that ain't got shit to do with me
Save that for your eulogy
Trying to rain on my parade
Stop hating cuz the party without you would be the same
And the funny shit about it is who choose to blame
A bitch is how you acting cuz that's how you view the game. Haaaa
So try to rise from your flatline
Pray for your future and your past time
Or live your life alone man cuz that's fine
Just don't blame because you can't rhyme
Man that's asinine

(Chorus)
I make money on my days off
Play no mind to haters cuz hating has never paid off
I make money on my days off
Ya'll wish you were me but ain't go the balls to play boss

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