8 to a 4

By NAV

On Brown Boy

Released on March 14, 2019

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[Chorus]

I'll be trappin’ way before I work an 8 to a 4

Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke

Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low

Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope

Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole

Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul

Lately, makin’ fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more


[Verse 1]

If you ain't puttin' on the drip, then you ain't sippin’ lean no more

Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most

Life was a horror movie, I feel like I’m meant to be in Ghost

I see some designer clothes, feel like I'm meant to be in those

Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat

Since my first ring, I kept on buyin’ 'em row after row

It don't take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope

It don't take no effort for me to fuck a ho after a show

Feds ask me questions, I won’t tell them what they wanna know

Every day I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go

Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat

Money Mitches, paid in full, I ain't never pay a note


[Chorus]

I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4

Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke

Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low

Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope

Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole

Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul

Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more


[Verse 2]

Got some killers waitin' for me, down to tell 'em it's a go

I got Runtz inside my blunt, but it's the enemies I smoke

I'm a frequent shopper, they know all my size at every store

They be followin' me around soon as I walk in the door

Far from broke, in two years, I made seven mil' on the low

Ain't no problem, ain't no pat-down when they let me in the door

Just 'cause I slap your hand don't mean I consider you my bro

Lately, I've been gettin' bread, I fill my oven up with dough

Off the X, I don't wanna eat, don't worry about calories no more

Get bags every day, I don't wanna get no salary no more

All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope

Used to want his girl, if she pull up, I end up in her throat


[Chorus]

I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4

Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke

Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low

Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope

Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole

Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul

Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more

I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more