Final Hour Lyrics

Catch me running to the money until my feet lose feelin. Stack it wall to wall till it’s leaking through the ceilin. Man, All fucking hundreds so what’s that like a zillion? Working grave yard shifts cause were finna to make a killin. Went from intern to the owner of the building. Bussin nuts counting money like oh what a feelin.
To be seeing what I’m seeing after I’ve seen what I’ve seen it’s like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream.
I got a dream that’s worth more then my reality, and pride that’s worth more then a salary, and a text from the girl I love I stopped calling Quote “I hope it’s worth all it.”
Sometimes I feel I’m working just to work harder, and then work harder then who worked the hardest. man the life of a workaholic. You either on your work or just workin on it.
Man fuck it kill’em all we gunna need a ton of flowers. And if you need impossible give me bout an hour.

It’s time to turn a polaroid to a portrait.
Rockin street clothes gettin money like I’m corporate. Young and gettin it, isn’t life gorgeous.
Bet the crib on em and you’ll end up with a fortress. And I’m a need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dow jones?
Or maybe I’ll put money on the block instead?
There’s no need to save, I could get change off the street next to the meter maid.
Cause I need a made house with a piece of shade. Butler doing such a good job that they need a raise. Bad chick with an angel ass and an alyiah face. Tryna show a little TNA.
Hell ya I’m tryna see the day
Man life is so bright when you don’t see the gray. The new school appointed me to lead the way. A real nigga to the DNA.
Me mike grace and dilla stickin’ to the script.and what’s her name still lickin’ on my tip.
Gon a head and tell these bitches who they fuckin with. Man to get where I’m at I’ll make her suck a hundred dicks.
Man to get where I’m I’ll make her suck a hundred dicks. Her mouth lookin like dannon because me and canon and to get where we at she had to suck a hundred dicks.
Man I got on versace shades,
Versace belt, versace shoes. I might’ve fucked around and been the freshest nigga in the world today.
You don’t understand man I came from nothing. This what I dreamed about, this what we dreamed about.
Boy.
B-I-G Sean Don nigga.
Good Music.
Finally Famous in this gettin’… errthang.
Detroit whaddup though.

About Big Sean Lyrics

Artist: Big Sean
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Album: Finally Famous Vol. 3: Big
Release date: 2010
Born: March 25, 1988 (age 34 years), Santa Monica, California, United States
Songwriting partners: Jhené Aiko, Ye, Ariana Grande, Drake, MORE
Awards: BET Award for Best New Artist, MORE
Nominations: Grammy Award for Best Rap Song, MORE
Genre: Hip hop music, Hip-Hop/Rap
Record labels: GOOD Music, Roc Nation, Def Jam Recordings, The Island Def Jam Music Group, 0207 Def Jam