Looking at the sky I see a million dollar sunshine
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we ain't have shit
Love the skin I'm in cuz I know that I ain't average
I beat up the box and I ain't even put these chains on
She just wanna have relationships and put these chains on me
Thinking out the box I gotta find my way up out of here
Riding with them sticks and I ain't talking bout changing no gears
Usually I'm chasing after bags you know what I mean
These niggas some bitches they some fags call them drama queens
Count this money up and do it fast on a money machine
Yeah I had a heart but that shit melted like some ice cream
Big Bag
Big Rich
Big Mad
Lil Bitch
You just mad I'm the shit
Wrist look like I took a piss
Cole up on them hoes
Froze up on them hoes
Bougie Bitch I'm sticking up my nose can't get my number hoe
Chasing after commas hoe
What these niggas be fronting for
I'm too high can't fall below when you see red dots bullets green on go
Naw they can't get no stripes off me I'm bout to up the score
Catch his ass outside and he'll be dead before he hit the door
These niggas be lying for nothing
These bitches be fxckin for 40 and then wanna act all uppity
Lil bitty bitch be disgusting me hell naw baby girl it ain't no touching me
You gotta play by the rules and do what it do
Broke bitch you'll lose bad bitches all choose real niggas soon as we walk in the room
Looking at the sky I see a million dollar sunshine
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we ain't have shit
Love the skin I'm in cuz I know that I ain't average
I beat up the box and I ain't even put these chains on
She just wanna have relationships and put these chains on me
Thinking out the box I gotta find my way up out of here
Riding with them sticks and I ain't talking bout changing no gears
Rolling up that pressure out of bags on a magazine
Reaching in my pants I seen her eyes she felt a magazine cross me
And I'll turn your nightmare into a living dream
Growing up inside these Memphis streets I seen the strangest things
All these niggas know is war
We ready forever
Dangerous gotta keep a couple toolies no nails just hammers
Remember them days I used to talk to my brother
He was in the slammer
Now I'm turnt up around the city they screaming my anthem
Bad bitches want f*ck with me
No they can't f*ck for free
This dick here come with a fee ain't no 40 piece
Swagging like I'm living in 05 white tee forces time
I just hit the bitch a couple times
Now she think she mine
Usually ride with 2 straps if you play gone hear these drum sticks
Usually I don't do all of that drama keep that dumb shit
Usually ride with 2 straps if you play gone hear these drumsticks
Usually I don't do all of that drama keep that dumb shit
Boss Nation Jay - Sunshine Lyrics
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Looking at the sky I see a million dollar sunshine
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we ain't have shit
Love the skin I'm in cuz I know that I ain't average
I beat up the box and I ain't even put these chains on
She just wanna have relationships and put these chains on me
Thinking out the box I gotta find my way up out of here
Riding with them sticks and I ain't talking bout changing no gears
Usually I'm chasing after bags you know what I mean
These niggas some bitches they some fags call them drama queens
Count this money up and do it fast on a money machine
Yeah I had a heart but that shit melted like some ice cream
Big Bag
Big Rich
Big Mad
Lil Bitch
You just mad I'm the shit
Wrist look like I took a piss
Cole up on them hoes
Froze up on them hoes
Bougie Bitch I'm sticking up my nose can't get my number hoe
Chasing after commas hoe
What these niggas be fronting for
I'm too high can't fall below when you see red dots bullets green on go
Naw they can't get no stripes off me I'm bout to up the score
Catch his ass outside and he'll be dead before he hit the door
These niggas be lying for nothing
These bitches be fxckin for 40 and then wanna act all uppity
Lil bitty bitch be disgusting me hell naw baby girl it ain't no touching me
You gotta play by the rules and do what it do
Broke bitch you'll lose bad bitches all choose real niggas soon as we walk in the room
Looking at the sky I see a million dollar sunshine
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we ain't have shit
Love the skin I'm in cuz I know that I ain't average
I beat up the box and I ain't even put these chains on
She just wanna have relationships and put these chains on me
Thinking out the box I gotta find my way up out of here
Riding with them sticks and I ain't talking bout changing no gears
Rolling up that pressure out of bags on a magazine
Reaching in my pants I seen her eyes she felt a magazine cross me
And I'll turn your nightmare into a living dream
Growing up inside these Memphis streets I seen the strangest things
All these niggas know is war
We ready forever
Dangerous gotta keep a couple toolies no nails just hammers
Remember them days I used to talk to my brother
He was in the slammer
Now I'm turnt up around the city they screaming my anthem
Bad bitches want f*ck with me
No they can't f*ck for free
This dick here come with a fee ain't no 40 piece
Swagging like I'm living in 05 white tee forces time
I just hit the bitch a couple times
Now she think she mine
Usually ride with 2 straps if you play gone hear these drum sticks
Usually I don't do all of that drama keep that dumb shit
Usually ride with 2 straps if you play gone hear these drumsticks
Usually I don't do all of that drama keep that dumb shit
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we ain't have shit
Love the skin I'm in cuz I know that I ain't average
I beat up the box and I ain't even put these chains on
She just wanna have relationships and put these chains on me
Thinking out the box I gotta find my way up out of here
Riding with them sticks and I ain't talking bout changing no gears
Usually I'm chasing after bags you know what I mean
These niggas some bitches they some fags call them drama queens
Count this money up and do it fast on a money machine
Yeah I had a heart but that shit melted like some ice cream
Big Bag
Big Rich
Big Mad
Lil Bitch
You just mad I'm the shit
Wrist look like I took a piss
Cole up on them hoes
Froze up on them hoes
Bougie Bitch I'm sticking up my nose can't get my number hoe
Chasing after commas hoe
What these niggas be fronting for
I'm too high can't fall below when you see red dots bullets green on go
Naw they can't get no stripes off me I'm bout to up the score
Catch his ass outside and he'll be dead before he hit the door
These niggas be lying for nothing
These bitches be fxckin for 40 and then wanna act all uppity
Lil bitty bitch be disgusting me hell naw baby girl it ain't no touching me
You gotta play by the rules and do what it do
Broke bitch you'll lose bad bitches all choose real niggas soon as we walk in the room
Looking at the sky I see a million dollar sunshine
Mama keep on doing what you doing watch your son shine
We ain't gotta worry bout them days we ain't have shit
Love the skin I'm in cuz I know that I ain't average
I beat up the box and I ain't even put these chains on
She just wanna have relationships and put these chains on me
Thinking out the box I gotta find my way up out of here
Riding with them sticks and I ain't talking bout changing no gears
Rolling up that pressure out of bags on a magazine
Reaching in my pants I seen her eyes she felt a magazine cross me
And I'll turn your nightmare into a living dream
Growing up inside these Memphis streets I seen the strangest things
All these niggas know is war
We ready forever
Dangerous gotta keep a couple toolies no nails just hammers
Remember them days I used to talk to my brother
He was in the slammer
Now I'm turnt up around the city they screaming my anthem
Bad bitches want f*ck with me
No they can't f*ck for free
This dick here come with a fee ain't no 40 piece
Swagging like I'm living in 05 white tee forces time
I just hit the bitch a couple times
Now she think she mine
Usually ride with 2 straps if you play gone hear these drum sticks
Usually I don't do all of that drama keep that dumb shit
Usually ride with 2 straps if you play gone hear these drumsticks
Usually I don't do all of that drama keep that dumb shit
Writer: LaRico Cole
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid