Lyrics: Professor Paws
Music: Michelin Shin
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Rep-Rep-Repo)
Yeah, real livin’ (Trust slower than a Repo)
Gotta get straight to the bag
Gotta get straight to the money
They‘ve been tryna and get in our way
Got me the cheque, now keep it runnin’
Bruddahs tryna see in my bag
Bruddahs tryna see my money
But you can’t get in our way
Running up the steps and I keep on runnin’
Trust slower than a repo (Repo)
A little Pino for my ego (Ego)
Going straight for the plaques (Plaques)
Stevie vision, you can’t see bro (No vision)
Heart is cold got the winter in me (Winter in me)
Chick is cold she’ll put this splinter in me (Piquet in me)
(Scurr, scurr, scurr, scurr, scurr)
Only taking my wood (Wood)
Ocean’s running’ wild, this hustle living’ in me (Got the living’ in me)
That’s why I
Gotta get straight to the bag
Gotta get straight to the money
They‘ve been tryna and get in our way
Got me the cheque, now keep it runnin’
Bruddahs tryna see in my bag
Bruddahs tryna see my money
But you can’t get in our way
Running up the steps and I keep on runnin’
My come up feels just like a film
Might write me a book (So much)
So much shoes to fill
Women in my will
Understand the deal
Come give me that platter
Imma pay the bill
Used to be so innocent
Now my 6th sense vigilant
Imprisonment was imminent
So I got my papers no immigrants
Like Chris I am so grounded
But like Eddie I am Limitless
Still keep wolf pounds around me
Elizabeth (Elizabeths)
Gotta get straight to the bag
Gotta get straight to the money
They‘ve been tryna and get in our way
Got me the cheque, now keep it runnin’
Bruddahs tryna see in my bag
Bruddahs tryna see my money
But you can’t get in our way
Running up the steps and I keep on runnin’
(I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m)
I’m running
Chick saying’ she’s the one
But I cut it, I was done
Cos the Ops dem, there were coming’
I’m stunting
This ish never come for free
Boy I had to risk my life
Sacrifices for the money
The facts is Cold
(I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m)
I’m running
Chick saying’ she’s the one
But I cut it, I was done
Cos the Ops dem, there were coming’
I’m stunting
This ish never come for free
Boy I had to live my life
Big decisions for the money
The facts is Cold
Trust me cuzzy
(Gotta get)
Hustle, hustle
(Got-got-got-got-got)
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
(Gotta get) (rep-rep-repo) (Ba-ba-bag)
Can’t let anyone get in your way you know?
(Gotta get) (Got-got-got-got-got) (Ba-ba-ba-bag) (Trust slower than a repo)