Rainy Days

[Intro: Bally Baby]
(48 Hz)
Yeah, okay
Yeah

[Chorus: Bally Baby & ABGR Lil Cory]
Hustlin' like it's no tomorrow, stackin' up for rainy days
Ain't tryna do nothin' but make a knot, ain't been to the house in days
Niggas out here droppin' salt, niggas tryna fuck up my name
Niggas take pride in that hate like that shit part of the game
Juggin' how I came up, leave my hoes to save me
All this money, get paranoid, never know who watchin' me
Gotta watch how I be movin', never know who plottin' on me
The only thing that changed is I got my racks up, still the same me

[Verse 1: Bally Baby]
They never seen a 10K flop 'til I made a box land
Niggas had left me for dead, I turned myself to the man
I keep a Trish in my pop for my bros locked in the can
Infatuated with guap, love how it feel in my, yeah
Love how it feel in my hands, she know I'm havin' these bags
Bitch wanna fuck on my pockets, she do whatever she can
I bring the beach to the sand, I got my dick out the dirt
I turned up off movin' luggage, grab a rental car from Hertz
Put a bad bitch on a flight, never did the Megabus
Every nigga 'round me piped, nigga know this shit for us
Bitch get whatever she want long as it ain't wedding rings
Nigga, I just want the money, I can deal with all the rain

[Chorus: Bally Baby & ABGR Lil Cory]
Hustlin' like it's no tomorrow, stackin' up for rainy days
Ain't tryna do nothin' but make a knot, ain't been to the house in days
Niggas out here droppin' salt, niggas tryna fuck up my name
Niggas take pride in that hate like that shit part of the game
Juggin' how I came up, leave my hoes to save me
All this money, get paranoid, never know who watchin' me
Gotta watch how I be movin', never know who plottin' on me
The only thing that changed is I got my racks up, still the same me

[Verse 2: ABGR Lil Cory]
All this money stacked up neat, ran it up finessin' tree
Loads on these bags smell like feet, sippin' Trish, count up some cheese
In somethin' fast, try not to speed, racks keep bustin' out my jeans
Know they thought I wouldn't succeed, bad bitch lookin' Japanese
Jeweler got my neck on freeze, Cuban like a half a key
Pop it, do this shit with ease, I was grindin', you was sleep
Made it, now they mad at me, they ain't wanna see me win
All these losses I done took, that shit turned me to a man
I done went broke, got it back, I'll do that shit again
Ran it up off sellin' loads, never touched a pot or pan
Money long, can't even spread it, can't hold it in my hand
I was fucked up, I ain't have it, now I'm havin' bands (Yeah)

[Chorus: Bally Baby]
Hustlin' like it's no tomorrow, stackin' up for rainy days
Ain't tryna do nothin' but make a knot, ain't been to the house in days
Niggas out here droppin' salt, niggas tryna fuck up my name
Niggas take pride in that hate like that shit part of the game