[Lyric] Heavy Heavy (Fekky & Haile)

[Intro]
Come on (What? What?)

[Chorus]
Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That’s the regime)
Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin')
I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans)
I smell them haters all they do is talk on me
Just another day getting paid, they gon’ hate anyway (They gon' hate)
Ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy)
I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy

[Verse 1]
I was in the 645 like quarter to seven
Them times I used to push it like Salt-N-Pepa
I was all about my money, didn't care 'bout opps
Then niggas got jealous, then the straps got copped
They gonna wait 'til I die then call me a legend
Or bang me in jail, then slam me a sentence
You see, summer '14, that was one to remember
These niggas talk about the ting, but I'm really a member
These niggas so full of hate tryna fuck up the bread
I got a whip full of smoke, make ’em run to the feds
I ain’t doing it for likes, let 'em gas up his head
You know it’s one more strike then pussy fi dead
It's like, I ain't since niggas in a minute, ain't partied in a minute
I’m growing up, man, I'm starting to admit it
And they really try take me for a timid, push me to the limit
Like I wasn't bussin' MACs on a pivot
[Chorus]
Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime)
Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin')
I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans)
I smell them haters all they do is talk on me
Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate)
Ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy)
I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy

[Verse 2]
And I come from bruddas tryna burst me to giving out turkeys
We was outside lurking, but now I'm moving with a purpose
Ayy, I might rock Jordans or shoes on a church ting
On the right side of thirty, I'll do a do man dirty
Move sick like lurgies, gal sweet like Werthers
Best back off, I'm nervous, back shots with my shirt off
These days I read books, meditate in the sauna
Skrrt, skrrt, then I skrrt off, I'm that brudda you should learn from
'Cause I'm dirty, try to cross me like Burberry
But the WAP game entry, took him to school like nursery
I got these opps in the bed cracking jokes with nurses
I just copped five acres, started out robbing purses
Ten K for this verse, ten K on these curtains
Spent a milli' on the yard and I done it on purpose
I got these snakes in the grass, man, they moving all nervous
Man, I heard he got shot, buck-buck-buck-buck-buck, curtains
[Chorus]
Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime)
Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin')
I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans)
I smell them haters all they do is talk on me
Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate)
Ayy-ayy
I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy)
Wake up, chase the bag, that's the regime (That's the regime)
Heard we getting money now they all on me (I ain't lyin')
I might floss some ice on my baked beans (On my baked beans)
I smell them haters all they do is talk on me
Just another day getting paid, they gon' hate anyway (They gon' hate)
Ayy-ayy (Ayy-ayy)
I feed the family, you spending money, and she ain't even your bae
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy

[Outro]
Come on, man
This ain't no overnight ting, know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that red wine
Take the time
In the end it get better, at the end of climbin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
Right now we gotta vibe to this
We start vibin'
Fekky, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah