24 Hours lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Verse 1: Payroll Giovanni]
They say I'm actin' different, no I'm stackin' different
Free my n*gga Chic', he was young and scandalous with it
I move swift 'cause the feds tryna shackle n*ggas
They'll let 'em touch down just to tackle n*ggas
I'm 'bout pushin' forward, never bending backwards n*gga
If life a book, this the level up chapter n*gga
More money, bigger ice, smaller circles
Just some loyal n*ggas and some killers that'll merk you
If you hustle hard, ice your wrist, you deserve to
Tell them begging n*ggas that's complaining you should earn too
Didn't know how to mix blow, but I learned to
Then my little stacks, you should've seen what it turned to
Most n*gga had handouts, I had to cash out
When I copped to move forward on my cash route
But it all paid off in the end
When they ship sunk, I was good, I knew how to swim

[Chorus: Peezy & Philthy Rich]
We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (it's Philthy n*gga)
Stop wasting time, n*gga get paid (ayy do that)
Got a dime on me that I just made (I do)
Got a dime on me that I just made

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Meek told me to these rap n*ggas I'm a threat (he did)
See they don't want to let me in but b*tch I'm up next (it's Philthy ho)
These n*ggas all b*tches, no Cotex (pus*y)
My b*tch hangin' up minks, no coat checks (designer)
See we be jumpin' off flights so we can catch the fight (huh?)
Ten thousand for these seats to watch Floyd tonight (Money Team)
These all VS1's, them moissanites (bust down)
Tell that n*gga tag his jeweler so we know it's ice (Philthy)
Ayy yeah I f*ck with the D, that's a known fact (what up though)
n*gga stop gettin' fronted, get your own pack (ayy do that)
This grown man money, got my own sack (the money man)
n*gga never keep the work where your home at (uh-uh)
That broke sh*t you talkin', I ain't on that (broke n*gga)
That foreign that he drivin', he don't own that (foreign)
They said that his big homie loaned that (is that right?)
I'm just happy that we got Dame and Mone back, it's Philthy
[Chorus: Peezy]
We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (same twenty-four)
Stop wasting time, n*gga get paid (get on it)
Got a dime on me that I just made (ten thousand)
Got a dime on me that I just made

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Ayy, I ain't fall off, b*tch I fell back (b*tch I fell back)
I ain't graduate, I had to sell crack (workin')
Pullin' off the dealership in Hellcats (vroom)
n*gga play with me and get his head cracked (far)
Eastside b*tch, we grind in black di*kie fits (all winter)
From underdog to top dog, I know these n*ggas p*ssed (n*ggas hurt)
Rap n*ggas talkin' sh*t that they ain't really did (lyin')
How you sellin' bricks but you ain't got nowhere to live (that's crazy)
Blow a bag when I feel 'cause I been savin' (stackin')
I don't listen to these n*ggas 'cause they been hatin' (pus*y n*gga)
You see this chain around my neck, this b*tch hittin' ain't it (shinin')
n*gga get up out your feelings and go get some paper

[Chorus: Peezy]
We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (same twenty-four)
Stop wasting time, n*gga get paid (get on it)
Got a dime on me that I just made (ten thousand)
Got a dime on me that I just made
We got the same twenty-four hours in the day (get on your hustle)
Stop wasting time, n*gga get paid (playin')
Got a dime on me that I just made (ten ball)
Got a dime on me that I just made (yup, yeah)
[Verse 4: Mozzy]
I just hit for twenty K in all blues
Killers in the venue when we fall through
I'm just tryna see what baby jaw do
Double cup styrofoam full of dog food
Show up with my shooters, making sure we straight
That backend is mandatory, think he owe me eight
All these damn grams make the donkey break
Bust it down, poppin' pimples in the Rollie face
Crucify the jeweler if the Rollie fake
Foreign filthy, pulled up on me in that holy Wraith
Your block ain't activated 'less your corner shake
Tuckin' spitters in my jaw, n*gga stomach ache
You run the play and run it back, that's how you run it up
Cut the back off the Caddy, we came to f*ck it up
I'm in the back of my neighbors, they tryna cut for somethin'
Mama please do me this favor and put the sonnet up
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