Cory Gunz - Everyday lyrics

[Intro: Birdman] Yeah, Bigga Than Life YMCMB, flashy life style [?] up on my headphones, my n***a And my ones up [Hook: Birdman] Hustle in the morning, smokin' in the clouds b**hes come in dumpin' cause they ran a hundred miles Rain still pourin', the bottles lift up Stuntin' on them b**hes and the whips flamed up The sun do shine, Christmas every day Them holidays comin', so you know we quit the spray Muscle is a must, the money in the can Strapped every day, we still hustle in the sand [Verse 1: Cory Gunz] Uh, holla holla Hehe, go I'm a need a mountain of money A mountain that amount the amounts to a mountain of money Ride out with my dunny, fresh up out your mommy Shout to the tummy - eat, sleep, sh** on my toes Bust a b**h in her nose cause they mouth so runny Back to the money, Dada Give a n***a bread like "bless you" (thank you) nada I'm been on the block from the top tryna plot on a spot Now I'm game with it - ta da! f** around, I'll bang with the sawed-off f** around, rob these n***as, do my thing like "voila" Ain't nothin' changed but the dollars n***as so lame cause they ain't gon' claim i'm they father f** it I'm one of the n***as that don't fold Treat me like one of them n***as that don't rap Spinning 'em like a Tommy, automatic my laddy I've been known to get n***as in one "blap!" When I trip up, it's foreign - when I grip up, it's foreign When I f**, b**h foreign Pull on my Trukfit foregin... Pull on my Trukfit foregin... I don't trust these hoes [Hook: Birdman] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Every single morning that a n***a get out of bed Know a n***a gotta get it Money to burn, raw OG Kush in a $100 bill, smoke weed with it Why y'all n***as wanna whip sh** with it? Mulssane, I ain't gotta put a key in it True don, make me wanna whip in it Different money - add another didget Get this money then I slide and I'm gone Y'all already know who's side that I'm on YMCMB, lil' n***a - Rich Gang, everything far from the norm From the jails to the college campus, we've got 'em yellin' in the dorms We try to compete 'til they go bankrupt, and we're just gettin' warm If you ain't know, motherf**er, you can take another look, n***a Whole team strong... And we knock every spot on the charts Every time a n***a drop each song I don't need to tell 'em, they already know what it is We run every city and we runnin' every block, n***a Respect this conglomerate, b**h, cause you can't reach the number one spot [Hook: Birdman] [Verse 3: Mystikal] Yup, i quit that b**h, don't look at my bucks And i'm about that sell, pop back on that bus Nah man, f** them hoes, i won my O's b**h, I gotta go, let's roll back on the show She bad, we see ya, another n***a can't beat her In the [?] then back to the streets b**h, it's a habit to f** it with Weezy Thank god for Tunechi, Lord bless stunna Hallejulah, Cash Money, i was going under Tryna f** my [?], and i do my Ana And i ain't talking 'bout [?] b**h, [?] n***a as my mama But, we are tha business That's all they seeing You cannot f** with them Go ask my n***a Slim [Hook: Birdman]