Out The Hood
Fetty Wap Lyrics

Mmm, yeah
(Dj on the beat, so it's a banger)
Ayy

I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good"
I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl They like, "How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt
I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good"
I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck
Before I hit the dirt (yeah, ayy, yeah, baby)

I get money with some real niggas, that's why I keep my word
I don't really trust this rap shit, that's why I keep some birds
Got some youngins that gon' go for me, so I moved them to the 'burbs
Drop that work off on the first, spin back through the twenty-third
I got so many believe in me, that's why I keep it going
I'm like, "Money don't just grow on trees, I gotta keep it flowing"
Bitch, I grew up in poverty, I swear I won't go back to it
I was blessed with a gift to grab a pot and get straight to it
This who I am, bitch, I don't try to be, this shit just in my blood
If you grew up on the side with me, then you grew up a thug
I can't even let you slide with me if you ain't put in work
I'ma go and rep 280, 22nd, 23rd (ayy, yeah, baby)

I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good"
I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (ayy)
I woke up, checked my bank account, I knew shit was good
I got so much shit I think about, that's why I keep these 'Woods
My own family tryna push me out, keep me out the hood
They say, "Boy, you're dancing with the devil, shit won't end up good"
I'm like, "Shit, I'd rather go out here than anywhere in the world"
Give my masters and my royalties to my boys and baby girl
They like, "How my Daddy spoil me? He ain't even on this earth"
All my kids gon' be rich as fuck before I hit the dirt (yeah, baby)

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