8 To A 4
NAV Lyrics
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Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke
Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope
Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope
Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole
Started a argument in the club and we left with his soul
Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more
I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more
If you ain't putting on the drink, then you ain't sippin' lean no more
Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most
Life was a horror movie, I feel like I'm meant to be in Ghost
I see some designer clothes, feel like I'm meant to be in those
Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat
Since my first ring, I kept on buying them row after row
It don't take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope
It don't take no effort for me to fuck a hoe after a show
Feds ask me questions, I won't tell them what they wanna know
Everyday, I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go
Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat
Money Mitches paid in full, I ain't never pay a note
I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4
Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke
Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope
Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope
Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole
Started a argument in the club and we left with his soul
Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more
I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more
Got some killas waiting for me, down to tell them "it's a go"
I got ruts inside my blunt, but it's the enemies I smoke
I'm a frequent shopper, they know all my size at every store
They be following me around, soon as I walk in the door
Far from broke, in two years, I made seven mil' on the low
Ain't no problem, ain't no pat down when they let me in the door
Just 'cause I slap your hand don't mean I consider you my bro
Lately I've been getting bread, I fill my oven up with dough
Off the X, I don't wanna eat, don't worry about calories no more
Get bags everyday, I don't wanna get no salary no more
All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope
Used to want his girl, if she pull up I end up in her throat
I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4
Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke
Dior duffel, got a hunnid K in an envelope
Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope
Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole
Started a argument in the club and we left with his soul
Lately, making fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more
I'm done helping everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more
The lyrics of NAV's song "8 To A 4" explore themes of success, financial stability, and a change in mindset. NAV reflects on his journey from humble beginnings to his current position as a successful trap artist. The opening lines "I'll be trappin' way before I work a 8 to a 4" convey his commitment to the trap lifestyle, preferring the hustle and grind of his music career over a regular 9 to 5 job. He expresses relief in getting himself together and overcoming the struggle of being broke.
NAV highlights his newfound wealth and success, referencing a Dior duffel bag containing $100,000 in cash. In the line "Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope," he metaphorically suggests that his investments and endeavors bring lucrative returns. He also mentions encounters with both strippers and enemies, symbolically associating them with the need to bring out the pole (presumably to defend himself or assert dominance).
The song also touches on the change in NAV's perspective as he acquires more money. He states that making fifty racks (a large sum of money) no longer holds the same significance for him. He claims to have ceased helping everyone and lost his sympathy. This shift may be a result of realizing that not everyone deserves his kindness or assistance.
Overall, "8 To A 4" showcases NAV's rise from a struggling artist to a successful trap rapper, emphasizing the importance of financial stability and a new mindset.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Jordan Bacchus, Mohkom Bhangal, Navraj Goraya, Sugar-Ray Henry
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
smokey®
THE FLOW CHANGE AT 0:32 IS NUTS. BRINGS SO MUCH ENERGY. THIS IS ONE OF NAV'S BEST TRACKS. FAX
Mike Kopf
JUST CAUSE I SLAP YOUR HAND DON'T MEAN I CONSIDER YOU MY BRO
as real as it gets.
keep droppin that heat G.
Its your year!
Keanu Salahuddin
Michael Fuentez he’s on the come down lol
EBK 2K
Delete the comment foe 😭😭🤣
Relax
Tony Fetuccini lol
EBK 2K
Tony Fetuccini damn your bogus g 😔
Desert ZO6
Michael Fuentez lame. Bruh I ain’t giving you dap if you ain’t my bro. Foh.
Carosi Garage
Underrated af.. the melody is insane with that space vibe, flow is crazy too
OsoArrogant
What other songs have a space vibe bro? im glad i wasnt the only one that noticed
Sam Mukhin
OsoArrogant kid cudi, Travis