Letra de WAY PAST LUCK - DJ Khaled

(Feat. ["21 Savage"])

Woah, woah (We The Best Music)

Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, woah, woah (Another one, DJ Khaled)

I got fake friends givin' me hugs

I got record labels givin' me dubs

You can't book me at clubs

Police hate me, white fans show me love

I just gave away bikes with a judge

I grew up in the mud

Legal money, I got rich from workin'

I give back to my hood on purpose

When you make it to the top, you know them rumors gon' surface

Know you talk behind my back 'cause your ass always be nervous

Everything private on the jet, we got curtains (Uh)

Thirty thousand feet and this bitch bust out twerkin'

I ain't from New Orleans, but I know that you heard me

I don't play tennis, but the models, they serve me

Feel like I'm that nigga, but plenty women done curved me

Know my worth, I gave myself to many women that didn't deserve me

Trusted you, gave you my heart, and you did nothin' but hurt me

But one thing 'bout them tables, they just don't stop turning

One thing 'bout them tables, they just don't stop

Yeah, one thing 'bout this money, it just won't stop

Heart inside the trenches, I can't go pop

We make street records and they go pop

Still stand on business even though I'm rich

Niggas out of pocket, grab the pool stick

She don't get a purse, then she gon' throw a fit

But she ride me like a rodeo, no bullshit

I own a lot of homes, I got good deeds

Dottin' all my Is and crossin' all my Ts

Lookin' at my children, all I see is me

You know it's different when you responsible for how somebody breathe

Make sure that they eat 'cause I'm a hustler

I don't believe in ghosts, but he's a buster

Top shotta, the streets know how many niggas we done roughed up

Ferrari one-point-two, remember ridin' in a pluck-pluck

Forty million a year, this shit right here way past lucked up

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