Pitbull - Everyday All Day lyrics

[Intro: Pitbull (DJ Noodles)] Noodles (DJ Noodles) Mr 305, y'all ready know what it is (It's Fix Your Face) All these these boys act like they getting bread Like they got paper, yeah ok! [Hook: Pitbull] Them boys getting money everyday, all day! Them boys getting money everyday, all day! Them boys getting money everyday, all day! Them boys getting money everyday, all day! [Verse 1: Pitbull] Went from a polk story, to my folk story I spit my life, yeah that's right Y'all spit folk stories When Cuba open up, keep that boat for me This rap sh** don't work out Keep that coke for me We made his-story, Barack Obama sh**! First Cuban to light the game up It's Armando b**h! No more Pitbull, yeah, I done switch b**h It's Pit, Mr. 305, where they flip clips Chopper, A-K-A, now they call it straight stick Unlike that Pyrex, when it spit it straight stick You got a straight brick (yeah!) That's a straight whip (yeah!) That's straight chip, but me I'm straight b**h! I don't worry about Tuesday and Thursday no more f** jump out, I'm in Benamy coked out I open new accounts, these boys still bunked out Then why we getting money? f**boy, what now? [Bridge: Pitbull](x2) Them boys getting money yeah b**h that's for sure You charge that for a brick at 20, that's my show [Hook+ Bridge] [Verse 2: Fella] Look all this money b**h, you damn right I gets it They want the whole thing, you damn right I'm with it Don't let this rappin fool you, this just another digit When it's birthday, it's right back to the kitchen Gram here, gram there, grams everywhere Don't let these n***as fool you Man they n***as weren't there These n***as ain't for real, these n***as dead broke They asking in an honest way But slash you in the throat I'm from a city where we grind hard Box up, and sell it hard And if you make a wrong move You might catch a bad charge You might lose your damn life You might have to pay the price But if your whip game right, you might play a benz bike I run the streets day and night I know these n***as playin right Escape the rides through the hood But rappin 'bout my damn life Residence is all I taste, the ones with the big face So p**y be for real, and fix your motherf**ing face [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 3: Billy Blue] They say I got a couple dollars Now I'm acting like my sh** don't stank f** you n***as, big bank Instead of taking little banks Got me trappin' like they gone see me stunting If they think they robbing, they gone see me gunning Yeah n***a, I made it now, but still I'm bout a dollar They was sh**ting on me, yeah Like p**y n***as was hotter See these bad b**hes follow this money they be getting You've been staring them hoes But listen buddy, I've been hitting I've been getting these Hollywood hoes Like a Hollywood bro They said where they hit your puh Where they Hollywood folks Every now and then, catch me at the trap Fresh box of baking soda, trying bring that work back This some n***a getting money Imma jack them all trade If you can't get paid, well I guess your b**h me I'm connect with them Cubans I'm the Haitian distribution And for my dog Noodles, notice those shooting [Bridge (x2) + Hook + Bridge] [Outro: DJ Noodles] It's Fix Your Face!