Issue No 109 I M Tired Lyrics


I'm Tired by Issue No. 109

feat. Que

Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
'Cause I been balling all motherfucking day
I'm getting money all motherfucking ways
You know the change the only thing I chase
I know a million fucking ways to get paid

Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
'Cause I been balling all motherfucking day
I'm getting money all motherfucking ways
You know the change the only thing I chase
I know a million fucking ways to get paid

Fresco a motherfucking mastermind
Told by the clef I'm a mastermind
Now I'm in the club getting absent minded
Run around the city with them bands behind me
Still fucking with the niggas that I came up with
Real niggas keep it real you know the lames gonna switch
Made my own lane so the lane don't switch
Never catch a nigga with a plain Jane bitch
She gotta be exotic like my motherfucking kids
I'm down to get the money when it's time to take a risk
No cuffing, I ain't finna putting nothing on my finger
But I might fuck around and put something on the wrist
And if she act right we can do a little shopping
Cook, clean, do a little mopping
Shorty hold me down, I'mma keep guaping
I get it all ways, I gotta flex my options

Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
'Cause I been balling all motherfucking day
I'm getting money all motherfucking ways
You know the change the only thing I chase
I know a million fucking ways to get paid

Young Que cool but my wrist's on fire
I been up all day whipping pies
Tryna make a milly, plan with the skilly
Caught up in traffic but I ain't got a 9 to 5
Ha, get it?
Fishes in the pond and they swimming
Got a big choppa and a bike like a gremlin
I'm tryna jack me a little shot off in the air
Make a nigga start running like he in the Olympics
I'm tired, chasing money all motherfucking week
Getting everything I need but sleep
Eyes wide open like a young nigga geeked
I'd rather dick kick it but I ain't got time
Playing with them bricks like O'Neil from the line
Plus I had a running with the law but I never drop a dime
You know a nigga gotta go every time he hear a siren

Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
'Cause I been balling all motherfucking day
I'm getting money all motherfucking ways
You know the change the only thing I chase
I know a million fucking ways to get paid

If you tired of being broke get your paper up
If you ain't got enough can't play with us
It's only real niggas at this table, bro
And that zooly gang what they label us
Tired of niggas calling my phone for nothing
Man, you can save your minutes and money, end of discussion
All on my line saying you running it up
But I ain't seen you do it, that's how I know that you bluffing
Tell the truth, boy, you know a nigga flex with ease
I be balling so hard I gotta catch some z's
The way I'm trapping the flow it's like I'm selling the D's
Swear, the pursuit of the check is like a fucking disease
I work hard for what I got, she came to me
I remember when broke days just made me mad
Until I got off my ass and went deposit the cash
I spent so much in the past, they gotta dip in my stash
I'm like

Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
'Cause I been balling all motherfucking day
I'm getting money all motherfucking ways
You know the change the only thing I chase
I know a million fucking ways to get paid

Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired, phew, I'm tired
Phew, I'm tired

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