EMI – Driveway


Everybody cock blocking all my projects Fans angry, but they do not get the process I’m in the streets flipping money like hotcakes Bitches beefing cause the game got high stakes I miss the old Gucci, happy for his progress though We been dropping fire music since Myspace I got eyes in the back of my head, so when they talk behind my back You still say that shit to my face I can see the cops from my driveway I can see the problems from a mile away Visualize the money in my bank account I’ma have it there on Friday I can see the cops from my driveway I can see the problems from a mile away Visualize the money in my bank account I’ma have it there on Friday Everybody wanna know the secret sauce I got that shit that my whole family eating off No, I don’t even take the weekend off I got that class all you other bitches cheating off Get in my head, I say you can when I’m dead Cause I ain’t come all this way to go run off like I’m scared Boy you act like the feds, the way you stay in my messages Asking me questions, try’na find out my methods I can see the cops from my driveway I can see the problems from a mile away Visualize the money in my bank account I’ma have it there on Friday I can see the cops from my driveway I can see the problems from a mile away Visualize the money in my bank account I’ma have it there on Friday Ask me for drugs and some guns boy you trippin’ Then you ask me for tickets or money, ain’t listen You weren’t there for me back in the day, now you switchin’ Now I treat you how you treat me, it’s no different I can see the cops from my driveway I can see the problems from a mile away Visualize the money in my bank account I’ma have it there on Friday I can see the cops from my driveway I can see the problems from a mile away Visualize the money in my bank account I’ma have it there on Friday

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  1. Everybody cock blocking all my projects

    Fans angry, but they do not get the process

    I'm in the streets flipping money like hotcakes

    Bitches beefing cause the game got high stakes

    I miss the old Gucci, happy for his progress though

    We been dropping fire music since Myspace

    I got eyes in the back of my head, so when they talk behind my back You still say that shit to my face

    I can see the cops from my driveway

    I can see the problems from a mile away

    Visualize the money in my bank account

    I'ma have it there on Friday

    I can see the cops from my driveway

    I can see the problems from a mile away

    Visualize the money in my bank account

    I'ma have it there on Friday

    Everybody wanna know the secret sauce

    I got that shit that my whole family eating off

    No, I don't even take the weekend off

    I got that class all you other bitches cheating off

    Get in my head, I say you can when I'm dead

    Cause I ain't come all this way to go run off like I'm scared

    Boy you act like the feds, the way you stay in my messages

    Asking me questions, try'na find out my methods

    I can see the cops from my driveway

    I can see the problems from a mile away

    Visualize the money in my bank account

    I'ma have it there on Friday

    I can see the cops from my driveway

    I can see the problems from a mile away

    Visualize the money in my bank account

    I'ma have it there on Friday

    Ask me for drugs and some guns boy you trippin'

    Then you ask me for tickets or money, ain't listen

    You weren't there for me back in the day, now you switchin'

    Now I treat you how you treat me, it's no different

    I can see the cops from my driveway

    I can see the problems from a mile away

    Visualize the money in my bank account

    I'ma have it there on Friday

    I can see the cops from my driveway

    I can see the problems from a mile away

    Visualize the money in my bank account

    I'ma have it there on Friday

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