Song writer/composer(s): Tramar Dillard, S Jordan, R Spears
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Flo RidaFinally Here Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Hard to follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5
People keep tellin me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin, tryin to make it by
Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain
That day is finally here [x3]
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain,
new wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here
That day is finally here [x2]
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain
New wrist, knew that, knew this
[Verse 1]
No, no I won't settle for nothing less
than the air that I breathe
I-I-I know it's a struggle, but who
the hell g'on do it for me
Who the hell g'on do it free
If I don't get up and bust my ass, that's my motto
I can't put my faith in the lotto, luck
don't stay nowhere near where I go
Unless you ride that muthafucka
And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
But I got grazed, the bullet went through
But I ain't get paid,
Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B
Hey boss, I'm comin in late
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Lil cousin got it right? and bike
without no frame, ride the same rides
without no brain?
Life ain't life, without no shame, if
I make it out the hood, damn right
I'm gon change
My cell phone number
But the area code still gon be 305 tho
My friends who was my friends just like my kin
Walked em in model?
But please wipe your feet on the rug
You can keep your shoes on, it's all love
Boy let me stop, I'm dreamin too much, now who the hell
'Gon give up a million bucks
Nobody but God, right now I could use
me one of them black cards
I'm scarred, I fell apart, I came here
with stars, its hard huh?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
F-F-F-Findin me
That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see
Boy them folk wouldn't lie to me
I thought money ain't grow on trees
Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed
They quit, you can't see no leaves
Hold up, I need my versace's
Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn't gon be shit
Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix
My book say "Why yall gave that nigga some cash?"
I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? here it goes
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