How Many Lyrics – Fetty Wap, Snap Dogg
Singer: Fetty Wap, Snap Dogg
Title: How Many
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How many days? how many days?
Knowin’ what I know now
And the trap said I’m back
What’s the problem, ’cause n#gg# you ain’t built like that
Make a lot of money, spend it, get it right back
Better have my money ‘fore I shoot up his party
What the f#ck he runnin’ for, he said he was ’bout it
What’s the problem, ’cause n#gg# you ain’t built like that
Make a lot of money, spend it, get it right back
He better have my money ‘fore I shoot up his party
What the f#ck he runnin’ for, he said he was ’bout it
How many days, we was juggin’ on the block
How many days, they was tryna get us shot
How many days, we was comin’ up with rocks
How many days, we was duckin’ from the cops
How many days when we really felt like stars
How everybody whippin’, we all had cars
In this b#tch trippin’, we all on Mars
How all the hoes geekin’, they all off bars
How many days, I was posted on the twelve
How many days did I have to post a bail
How many days that they told me I would fail
I told ’em suck a dick, I told ’em go to hell
How many days I was juggin’ off a scale
I never made a million in the trap so I failed
I made a couple mil off of rap, oh well
I would’ve made a bil knowin’ what I know now
All my shooters like my [?], they gon’ light up your party n#gg#
Pull up right behind you in my brand new Ferrari n#gg#
Swervin’ on the [?] my b#tch on a Harley n#gg#
They know I’m a go-getter, I stay gettin’ dollars n#gg#
Sweat a couple Gucci shoes, Dolce Gabbana n#gg#
I ain’t had no friends in school, now they surround a n#gg#
b#tches always come in two, can’t stay from ’round ’em n#gg#
All my n#gg#s kneel with me, always a pride of n#gg#s
All my n#gg#s stay with fifty when it’s a crowd of n#gg#s
Most my n#gg#s keep a glizzy, clear out the crowd lil quicker
Told them n#gg#s get up with me, got up and now we richer
All my n#gg#s in the field baby, and I’m the pitcher
What’s the problem, ’cause n#gg# you ain’t built like that
Make a lot of money, spend it, get it right back
Better have my money ‘fore I shoot up his party
What the f#ck he runnin’ for, he said he was ’bout it
What’s the problem, ’cause n#gg# you ain’t built like that
Make a lot of money, spend it, get it right back
He better have my money ‘fore I shoot up his party
What the f#ck he runnin’ for, he said he was ’bout it
How many times that I had to use the K
n#gg#s talkin’ crazy, had to put ’em in they place
I can have them goons come and get you where you stay
Tryna run off with my bread, I’ma shoot him in his face
What’s the problem n#gg#, you don’t want no smoke
No I ain’t no joke, I can touch your folks
Homie quit the tough act, you ain’t layin’ like that
Keep on talkin’ real crazy, I’ma be in all black
Spent a few bands, it’s all blues in my hands
Hit the mall, I blow some racks, bet it all, I make it back
How you n#gg#s want smoke and you don’t own a strap?
Put ten on they head, yeah I want ’em all whacked
Young n#gg#, I just drill sh#t, don’t need no pill b#tch
Streets behind me ’cause they know a n#gg# spit that real sh#t
I ain’t gotta use the pistol, bet he catch these hands quick
n#gg#s always talkin’ crazy, when they see me, ain’t sayin’ shit
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