Everyday - Ace Hood

Every day I gotta hustle, every day I gotta shine

I wake up every morning with money on my mind

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

Nothin' else matter but the money

Nothin' else matter but the money

Fuck a nigga hatin'

Nigga’s used to pull up in the bucket

Now the seven tre cost a hundred

You don’t wanna run it

Need a couple mil, I can front it

Everything you do, And I done it, I just keep it one hundred

Every day a nigga gettin' blunted, and I’m with a white snow bunny

Heard you got problems, Glock 40 on me for the dummies

And I got a little for your buddies

Homie don’t play that, swear boy that’s word to my momma

She just told me focus on the comma’s, boy that’s every day

I just wanna get it ten ways, rollie and a pair of new J’s

Every day I wake, I gotta thank the Lord for the day

Then I gotta go and get paid

Oh my goodness

Ain’t drived the Porsche in a month, my range rover make a nigga hush

Fuck nigga want

Sorry if I’m being too blunt, I gotta show a hater how to stunt

Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it

Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million

Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it

Every day I gotta hustle, every day I gotta shine

I wake up every morning with money on my mind

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

Boy I’m getting money like a sheikh

Quarter mil, make it in a week

Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech

A Couple bad bitches in the jeep

20 gold bottles, you don’t know nothin' bout this

You don’t know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large

Coulda went and bought a new Benz, but instead I just put it on the wrist

And your bitch love it, rich nigga but I’m still thuggin'

Broke nigga’s stay mean muggin'

Used to have trouble with the four door Ford, now I’m tryin' make the Forbes

Ya’ll ain’t seen nothin'

Ain’t even trippin', promise Imma die real nigga and free my homeboys in the

system

Stay prayed up, every day my mind made up

Every day riding with it tucked, never caught slippin'

Case the wanna push they luck, try me if you thinkin' I’m bluffing

Woo

I love it when the beat go to ride out

I gotta yellow bone stripper at the trap house

I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time

Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine

Every day I gotta hustle, every day I gotta shine

I wake up every morning with money on my mind

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday

I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)

I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)