10 2 10 (Remix) (feat. Rick Ross / Travi$ Scott)

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

Bitch, I do what I do, I feel how I feel

Got my drink on the rocks, got my house on the hill

Got the girl of your dreams yep I pop her, for real

And I'm thumbing through bill after bill after bill

After bill, but I still pay respect to my city

So much man you thought I was in debt for real

Every day is a chase, every night is a thrill

I feel sorry for whoever's not in the will

G.O.O.D music or die ho, shout out to Ye-Ye

Dumped all my other hoes, shout out to Nay-Nay

I start my day with a prayer and vagjayjay

I'm higher than Day-Day, no off day just pay day

Boy, since I was a bébé I swear was OG, you was a no G

Textin' these hoes that you love 'em and shit, prolly using them Emoji's

When you was a OG, bitch, I'd still be more G

Fuck you know about night terrors

Nightmares and night scares

About not gettin' that white money

'Fore a young nigga get white hair

And I done dropped "Control"

Just to show you hoes who done got controlled

You saying that I changed, yep, changed like I supposed

While you at the same crib still wearin' the same clothes

Going to the same club, taking the same pose

Pillow talkin' with the same hoes

All day about how Em ain't the same Em

And Hov ain't the same Hov

Some niggas never grew up, boy, they only grow old

I guess that what coming up in Detroit do

Finally famous is a Detroit crew

Fuck with me and you Detroit food

End up on the fuckin' Detroit news, better off in the Detroit zoo

Everybody got haters, I swear we been through this

Martin had Malcolm, Caesar had Brutus

Fuck am I sayin', man, Jesus had Judas

I guess I'm alright though, if I just got you, bitch

You gon' pull up friend to friend, I'mma pull up Benz to Benz

While you and her are cheek to cheek, me and her dick to chin

That's the difference between a 9-to-5 and a 10-to-10

Sean Don...

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

They done fucked up now, ha-ha

Mastermind

My kilos on ice, my sneakers snow white

I got a place at the Trump, just to pray for advice

My new bitch is Hispanic, got me speaking bilingual

Some call it trickin' cause this bitch thicker than Trina

Anybody wanna motherfuckin' die? Come try me then

You ain't real till you fucked your dawg's ho

Seen a brick and had to buy a Benz

Comin' through and I don't fuck with niggas

Bitch you wish you wanna fuck a nigga

Good chance she done fucked a nigga

Turned around and said "fuck a nigga"

Stack on my belt, double M we a cult

Mastermind's in control, so nigga fuck what you thought

16's of coke, all my verses be dope

Fuck XXL cause I'm the source to these quotes

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

I've 'een held from ten to tens, swear I won't sin again

Raising Hell in my residence

Godly presence with presidents

My day job ain't made me shit

Public housin' ain't got no fence

And college ain't make no sense

Niggas whole home invaded quick

I done work, I done pay my dues

I'm induced, now I'm overdue

One hit one, call this voodoo, don't want apes to jump out the zoo

I got one mountain, one problem

Plus the issues, I can't solve them

But it's nothin', and I'm still in the club

On the couch still fuckin' up somethin'

Nigga please!

Mama please, I'm never comin' home 'til I make a hundred G's

Scratch that, 'til I make a hundred million

Then I'mma stretch that 'til I make a hundred trillion

Who knew one day your son would

Grow up and learn how to be the boy

Did songs with Hov, now hallelujah fell asleep the real McCoy

God damn, how you do that?

I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline