Tracy T - Always lyrics

[Hook: Que] I always keep me some paper I'm always out kicking flavor I've always been a damn player And it's always a f** n***a hating Always, always Always, always Always, always Always, always [Verse 1: Que] I'm always on alert always with the strap I don't ever go raw, always use a hat Always blow the sack, always get it back b**h, I'mma make her play, always make her cap Always, always, always, always, always Always with a freak, new face every week Always get cheese, always tame my sheep Always on flash in New York last week 1500 for the shoes on my feet Always f**ing on another n***a b**h Already get twice, now try threepeat It's always a f** n***a mad at me Cause your b**h on my Twitter begging for a Retweet And my D done look like a strip club Cause the n***a pictures all on my IG [Hook] [Verse 2: Gunplay] Always been one hundred But it's always a f** n***a stopping my money I always find a way around that though Cause I always got me some bomb a** dope Always in the court room Always screaming: "lay down, don't move!" Always keep a b**h on deck And a clip in the Tec for the threat Cause the game that we playing ain't no rules Always touring, always got a warrant Always see the judge in the morning Always shackled from the wrist to the ankle And a n***a never saying: "I'm sorry" Always running around higher than a motherf**er Geeked up looking like "try me, motherf**er!" Always been a n***a 'bout mine Always been a n***a 'bout swinging that iron [Hook] [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Always ridin' in a new whip Always see me with a new b**h Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes at the shoe fit I got some more money, I don't know what to do with it Rich n***a sh**, snowboarding out in Salt Lake Mind your business, pay attention what the boss says Crack your egg put it back in the carton You wanna be famous now your face on the carton Pardon my French, doing shows out in Paris Presidential out in Hilton, had to call Paris I was f**ing with your b**h till she talk 'bout marriage Come around my hood you gon' have to have clearance I'm the King of the trap, aim game nice, born mean with the strap Always talkin' 'bout money, all I need is the racks On purp, on xanx, on lean to the back Flocka! [Hook] [Verse 4: Tracy T] Always Rolex, always VVS Sky Dweller on my wrist and I got a president Always got the heater, bad b**h [?] Pour it up by the liter and a Beamer with the features Always get money you could tell by these spades Dope boy's ice jumping off a n***a neck And I'm like a cooler when I got the Frank Mueller That's a dope boy watch on a dope boy wrist Rich n***a sh**, I done dropped a couple bricks My wrist look sunny and your wrist look cloudy I done dropped a hundred thou' Got money, let it pile Got a c**aine mile, got snow I needa plow Get to the money, we got new paper Got a million out in Decatur Always goin' up, always out in Vegas [Hook]