Out The Hood - Fetty Wap

I woke up, check my bank account

I know shit was good

I got so much shit I think about, that’s why I keep these woods

My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood

They say «Boy you’re dancing with the devil, shit won’t end up good»

I’m like «Shit, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world»

Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl

They like «How my Daddy spoil me?

He ain’t even on this earth»

All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt

I woke up, check my bank account

I know shit was good

I got so much shit I think about, that’s why I keep these woods

My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood

They say «Boy you’re dancing with the devil, shit won’t end up good»

I’m like «Shit, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world»

Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl

They like «How my Daddy spoil me?

He ain’t even on this earth»

All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (Yeah, ayy, yeah baby)

I get money with some real niggas, that’s why I keep my word

I don’t really trust this rap shit, that’s why I keep some bird

Got some youngins that gon' go for me, so I moved them to the bird

Got that on the Percs, spin back through the 23rd

I got so many believing me, that’s why I keep it goin'

I’m like «Money don’t just grow on trees», I gotta keep it flowin', bitch

I grew up in poverty, I swear won’t go back to it

I was blessed with a gift to grab a pot and get straight to it

This who I am, bitch I don’t charter, be the shit just in my blood

If you grew up on the side with me, then you grew up a thug

I can’t even let you slide with me, if you ain’t put in work

I’ma go and rep 280, 22nd, 23rd

I woke up, check my bank account

I know shit was good

I got so much shit I think about, that’s why I keep these woods

My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood

They say «Boy you’re dancing with the devil, shit won’t end up good»

I’m like «Shit, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world»

Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl

They like «How my Daddy spoil me?

He ain’t even on this earth»

All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (Ayy, ayy)

I woke up, check my bank account

I know shit was good

I got so much shit I think about, that’s why I keep these woods

My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood

They say «Boy you’re dancing with the devil, shit won’t end up good»

I’m like «Shit, I read to God, head and anywhere in the world»

Give my masses and my royalties, and my boys and baby girl

They like «How my Daddy spoil me?

He ain’t even on this earth»

All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (Yeah, ayy, yeah baby)

Oh yeah baby

Ooh, ooh

Yeah, yeah baby

Ooh, ooh, ayy

Ooh, ooh, yeah baby