Ricky P - FOR THE SCALE lyrics

(HOOK) Life hard not goin to well Got to get the batteries for the scale Momma just got a letter in the mail Time to get the batteries for the scale Then I break it up and ship it out Who need the loud , I got the loud Then we break it up and ship it out My phone jumpin we winnin now (VERSE 1, CMULA) Just woke up thankful for the day Now it time to get paid Cos my momma been stress lately And I gotta keep a smile on her face Told her everything gon be alright Momma we gon be straight So I called my old plug up He told me pull up to where he stay Told him things ain't been to great He fronted me that sack And said touché Now I'm back to my old ways Tryna see the bigger picture like blue ray Sellin sh** no eBay Stackin up that cheesecake My phone keep on blowin up It's them rich kids out in eastlake Grab the scale out the closet Blow the dust off it Haven't used this often But I hear my lil brother coughing Asthma is a b**h And that medicine costing Momma been workin hard say she exhausted f** that I can't just sit around pouting Out here lookin for the cash Like I'm scouting The bills dont get paid when you out here loungin Nah (HOOK) Life hard not goin to well Got to get the batteries for the scale Momma just got a letter in the mail Time to get the batteries for the scale Then I break it up and ship it out Who need the loud , I got the loud Then we break it up and ship it out My phone jumpin we winnin now (VERSE 2, CMULA) Damn a n***a still got it Damn I just made a big ol deposit Damn I'm makin this profit The bills paid up Lil change in my pocket Now a n***a can't stop it A n***a got to succeed It's my only option Now I got to get a rocket Cos it's been too many n***as Out here Eyein my pockets I get it I got it I'm widd it I'm bout it f** did you think All my n***as get rowdy All down to catch a body Before you blink Now you need to let that sink in I don't think y'all thinkin Tryna move to the hills f** a model b**h on a Tuesday No weekend Benji boys The end When we walk up in the function you can bet we reakin This still last week stench And the pack so loud It will have ya a** tweaking You can't hit my weed trick Tryna hit my joint you must be dreamin Tell me what you need b**h Cos I got that sack But it cost a fee b**h (HOOK) Life hard not goin to well Got to get the batteries for the scale Momma just got a letter in the mail Time to get the batteries for the scale Then I break it up and ship it out Who need the loud , I got the loud Then we break it up and ship it out My phone jumpin we winnin now