Trippie Redd 7am in Ohio Lyrics
We gettin’ that money (Nothing is everything), you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ’cause I’m stuntin’
I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket
I know that they mad but I’m on, f**k it
You ain’t got no racks, you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
And I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t
Countin’ that money, I would never front
Hoppin’ out the peezy, luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘Rari, trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie, smokin’ on some blunts (Yeah)
Twenty three shots in that Glock (Woo), got me feelin’ like I can dunk (Dunk)
And it wasn’t no big deal (Deal), miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (Shrunk)
I know they remember them days, I was outside with that flame
Talk down, I’m blowin’ your brain (Bah)
Know we the gang, sorry, I forgot your name
Look it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a lame (Lame)
Ooh, rememberin’ names all of the sudden
When you was around I wasn’t callin’ you nothin’ (You)
Ain’t really with the gang, so get the f**k from ’round me
From ’round us (From ’round us), from the ground, up (Ground up)
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I’ma get in my zone
B***h, I’ma sit in my throne
I’ma get straight to my goals
We gettin’ that money, you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ’cause I’m stuntin’
I pull up Maybach, it used to be bucket
I know that they mad but I’m on, f**k it
You ain’t got no racks, you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
And I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t
Countin’ that money, I would never front
Hoppin’ out the peezy, luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘Rari, trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie, smokin’ on some blunts (Yeah)
Twenty three shots in that Glock (Woo), got me feelin’ like I can dunk (Dunk)
And it wasn’t no big deal (Deal), miniscule problems, that shit shrunk (Shrunk)