Again - P-Lo, E-40

Aye, aye.

aye

Ok, ok, ok, ok

Aye, yeah, uh, woo (

P-P-P-Lo time to bring the bass back

Aye, aye, aye

Hop out do my dance on a bitch

Freak hoe from the back when I hit

I’m a stand up guy never sit

OG told me win it’s never quit

Since then I’ve been a man on a mission

Hey free the dogs out of prison

You ain’t talking bout no racks and I’m missing

Feeling like I’m Master P with no limit

I’m really getting to the bag oh I’m cozy

Aye phone locked cuz she nosy

Aye I don’t want a piece I want the whole thing

Mac pulled up with pack smoked the OZ

See me out in public make a hoe freeze

Big stepping now one do it both feet

watch him closely

Up like it’s nosebleeds up like it’s no sleep

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Euh

I’m excited about my income (I'm excited about my income)

My life is real it’s not a sitcom (My life is real it’s not a sitcom)

No more selling swift boy on a recon (No more selling swift boy on a recon)

I’m a fixter not a peon (I'm a fixter not a peon)

They call me Charlie Hustle (They call me Charlie Hustle)

I’m all about my bubble (I'm all about my bubble)

I’ll beat you with my knuckles (I'll beat you with my knuckles)

If you don’t stay up out my huddle

When people ask me what I’ve been doing I’m living the dream

Used to serve my yadda wet fresh up off the DG bean

Don’t play with the scorpio cuz I sting

I tune you up and make you cry make you look like that Jordan meme

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Woke up, got straight to it

Running to the bag like I’m late to it

Got so much drive I need brake fluid (Fact)

These niggas don’t do it like the bay do it (Sheesh)

I’ma get the bag or die trying (Sheesh)

You ain’t got a bag boy you lying (Sheesh)

Bitch I’m 'bout a bag like I’m DB

Fucking 'round in the lab like I’m DeeDee

Me and my pops built this like woodshop

The brakes went out I wish I could stop

I ain’t no mechanic but I make the hood pop

Came from the bottom I need some good top

We been on the grind all weekend

Deep in flow water nigga the deep end

We been them and like to swing

No rag no set I’m with the gang

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Woke up, straight to the bag

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again

Then tomorrow I’ma do that shit again