These Days - Kidd Keo

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t talk with the people, I just wanna get paid

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t care about the bitch, I stay with the gang

These days these days, these days these days

You’re not my homie, you don’t know my name

I don’t even like people, oh, I got a bitch talking

I don’t wanna make friends, boy, the back of car’s jumping

I don’t wanna talk media fans, I don’t wanna talk nothing

I smile no bitch, all your hoes looking funny

Don’t hit my line, the money on the other line

I trynna fucking money bitchs, I got a Savior red wine

All I know is go dork, I don’t talk with the birds

I don’t care how you feel, pussy board I go first

Don’t call with the drama, is tripping as karma

Estaba pobre en el bloque, y ahora yo parto la pana

Yo ando siempre a lo mío, quiero estar siempre a lo mío

Yo estaba roto en el barrio, y ninguno andaba conmigo, yo

Give wap four wap (cash), honest call my Dbtrap

Red dye on my head, red head like Bob

Don’t call with the bullshit, we know how to talk

All my homies real trap, all my homies got stress

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t talk with the people, I just wanna get paid

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t care about the bitch, I stay with the gang

These days these days, these days these days

You’re not my homie, you don’t know my name

Bankroll bankroll, 'cause all I know

I’m on my shit, I’m on my own

Telephone telephone, money ringtone

Estáis tos' en mí, yo por encima de tos', ooh

'Toy ocupado, contando flush

No estoy pa' la bitch, no estoy pa' tu club

You can’t be me, or run on my shoes

I’ve been PC, flexing on you

'Tá mi nombre en el mapa, no hay que decir palabra

Don’t fuck with the wap tap, trap boy on the trapstars

Scary faces be all around

Get the money and we’re all out

Money, bitches, please come me

First of bitches please get out

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t wanna hear shit, I just wanna get paid

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t talk with the people, I just wanna get paid

These days these days, these days these days

I don’t care about the bitch, I stay with the gang

These days these days, these days these days

You’re not my homie, you don’t know my name