Every Chance I Get Lyrics

from Paper Trail

"Every Chance I Get" is track #11 on the album Paper Trail. It was written by Davis, Aldrin / Harris, Clifford.
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Real talk, true story
No nuts, no glory
Y'knowmsayin?
Ay dawg, I'ma tell you like this

Hey, I'm so raw and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get

Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get

They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony
Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash in pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola

I'm exceedin' expectations, you barely meetin' quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with bakin' soda
You said I ain't zone one, nigga ha, that's a funny one
I'm king like my 3 year old, major like my youngest son

Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin'
Deyjah and neek neek and messiah like daddy, get 'em
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion

Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin'
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division

Break bread, streetcred.com makin' a killin'
Plus a king of oneself, high fashion, I'm flashin'
I'm, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know

Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get

Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get

I gotta thank my lucky stars 'cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga, that ain't no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur

High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin'
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari's, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin' since it started up
Season hoe, get 'em all to fuck
'Cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck

Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I'm tryin' now while I'm rhymin' not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in

House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie, I don't be lyin'
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?

If I made less money, started to dress bummy
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga

Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get

Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get

Ay say homeboy
It's real talk comin' at you live and direct homeboy
You dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partna
I'ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga, ha, ha

Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin' thang as usual
Ay hey, look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It's the king, bitch

Yeah, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga
My grand mama been livin' on Center Hill 43 years
Hoe ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga, you know

Why niggaz gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watchin' you
And start kickin' that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga
Yeah, ay

Hey, I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain't 'bout shit
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get

Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch
Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get
Every chance I get

Songwriters
Davis, Aldrin / Harris, Clifford

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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