Final Hour Lyrics - Big Sean
Catch me running to the money until my feet losse feelin.
Stack it wall to wall till it's leaking through the ceilin.
All fucking hundreds so what's that like a zillion? working grave yard shifts cause were fitten to make a killin.
Went from intern to the owner of the building. Bussin nuts counting money like owe what a feelin.
To be seeing what I'm seeing after I've seen what I've seen it's like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream.
I got a dream that's worth more then my reality. And pride that's worth more then a salary.
And a text from the girl I love I stopped calling
Quote I hope it's worth all it.
Sometimes I feel I'm working just to work harder. And then work harder then who worked the hardest. man the life of a workeraholic .You either on your work or just workin on it.
Man fuck it kill'em all we gunna need a ton of flowers. And if you need a possibilie give me bout an hour.
It's time to turn a polaroid to a portrait.
Rockin strett clothes gettin money like a corporate. Youngen gettin it isn't life gorgeous.
Bet the crib on em and you'll end up with a fortress. And I'm a need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dial jones.
Or maybe I'll put money on the block instead?
There's no need to save I could get change off the street next to the meter maid.
sponsored linksCause I need a maid house with a piece of shade. Butler doing such a good job that they need a raise. Bad chick with an angle ass and an alyiah face. Tryna show a little TNA.
Hell ya I'm tryna see the day
Man life is so bright when you don't see the grey. The blue school appointed me to lead the way. A real nigga to the DNA.
Me mike grace and dilla. Sticken to the script.and what's her name still licken on my tip.
Gon a head and tell these bitches who there fuckin. Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks. Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks. Her mouth lookin like damn it. Because of me and canon and to get where we at she had to suck a hundred dicks.
Man I got on versace shades,
Versace belt, versace shoes. I might've fucked around and been the freshest nigga in the world today.
You don't understand man I came from nothing. This what I dreamed about. This what we dreamed about.
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