End of the Day - J Neat, Houdini

Yeah, Yeah

Oh, Oh yeah

Nigga it’s like that, it’s like doom doom doom

Bro my nigga

By all means you got my respect man

Ahhhh

End of The Day, I‘m gonna go and get paid

We poppin champagne

Whole lotta chains no slave

Up in the field, better play it safe

'Cause any day could be your day

Get to the bag like Ándale

Man, this shit feel like a race

And I ain’t doin this shit for fame

I had to come up off a K

Cuz still drippin like the rain

Man these niggas don’t got no aim

You better not crash up in my lane

Too much money out there to make

I can’t put up with the fake

I know it’s real at the end of the day

Ay, at the end of the day

My shooters shoot when I say

I still turn the 4 into a 8

My traphouse jump all day

These rickity racks, play with them don’t get attached

I get a bag no cap

I ain’t drippin bitch im splashin

Run up on me in the trap

Wipe your nose just like a napkin

In the bando with the mandems

I smoke cookie like i’m Santa

I sell white like Hannah Montana

And my bitch bad like Rihanna

End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid

Poppin champagne

Ho' lotta chains no slave

Up in the field, better play it safe

'Cause any day could be your day

Get to the bag like Ándale

Man, this shit feel like a race

And I ain’t doin this shit for fame

I had to come up off a (?)

Cuz still drippin like the rain

And these niggas don’t got no aim

You better not crash up in my lane

Too much money i’m there to make

I can’t put up with the fake

I know it’s real at the end of the day

Uh, I know it’s real at the end of the day

Bro got a Glock with a whole lotta aim

Mixin exotic with no name

He savin a hole think he need him a cage

She want me or J Neat, man that battri they take

Make them fall down just like some rain

Ball a lot of bounce, yeah ain’t got no range

Get a big rack so it’s okay

You sayin you real and you so fake

Get to the bag ain’t go a bae

Look how much racks we had to take

Up in the trap, I had to stay

Flipping a pack like Ándale

We had choice but to get paid

Cro on the run dodging the rain

We living life at the end of the day

End of The Day, I wanna go and get paid

Poppin champagne

Ho' lotta chains no slave

Up in the field, better play it safe

'Cause any day could be your day

Get to the bag like Ándale

Man, this shit feel like a race

And I ain’t doin this shit for fame

I had to come up off a (?)

Cuz still drippin like the rain

And these niggas don’t got no aim

You better not crash up in my lane

Too much money i’m there to make

I can’t put up with the fake

I know it’s real at the end of the day