42 Dugg, DeJ Loaf - Hard Times Lyrics

Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin'
I'm finally in my bag (my, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (helluva made the beat, baby)

A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin' on
Don't hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin', we ain't even

Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin' thirty, another five doin' L's
Who with me? I can't tell sometime
They don't know it's about the money, won't mail sometime
If I fail I try

A lot of these bitches out here be basic (yeah)
Boss niggas, boss bitches at my table
Céline, Dior, Margiela
Any nigga that I had, turned 'em up another level
You sick, you sick, hope your heart get better
Fuck what you heard, we ain't worried 'bout nothin'
How many bags can I get? How many bags can I get?
I done ran it up, niggas mad about it

Where was you when it was hard times?
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Loyalty, yeah, loyalty
Where was you when it was hard times?

Hold it down for me dawg, I need you
(All the way from the motherfuckin' feds)
Where was you when it was hard times?

A lot of these bitches out here be basic
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
These niggas out here be hatin'

Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin' like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me Mr. Get The Head And Never Call Back