Lyrics Royce da 5'9"

Royce da 5'9"

First of the Month

I made a choice

I'm rolling with Royce

Everything is everything but I need a better ring

I'm married to the game so I got both of us wedding rings

On everything, T-P's the wedding singer

We only make head bangers

I'm leaving em' dead and I ain't' scared

It's the first of the month

I got my bag in the mail

I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell

We on, we on, yeah

It's the first of the month

I got my bag in the mail

I'm turning back up my radio

I hope I never be alone

Be alone, yeah

Said it's the first of the month

Got bitches calling my phone

Just payed a couple of bills

Just got some shit cut back on

I gave my Momma some money

So she can go out and gamble

God only put on me, what he know that I can handle

But it's the first of the month

I'm puttin' some rims on my car

My lady said it's a waste, bullshit I'm a star

Leave me alone, she jealous anytime I'm gon shine

She said if you so talented why

Nobody ain't ever heard of ya

She dumps me on the 20th, takes me back by the 30th

She's wrong, but we been together such a long time

It's the first of the month

I got my bag in the mail

I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell

We on, we on, yeah

It's the first of the month

I got my bag in the mail

I'm turning back up my radio

I hope I never be alone

Be alone, yeah

Ay, my life's like heaven

That's from the first of the month, until the 7th

And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven

We go from buying back to selling

Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery of a mailman

Oh no no, hello

I'm tryna' be loyal to never going broke again

The money, the power, respect is my only good friends

So I put a ring on the game

I'ma put a chain on it later

Now I got the hang of the game

I'ma make it rain for ya baby

Now, I put the work in

So if anybody asks about me just tell em' I'm working

If you not talkin' bout money then you get the do not disturbin'

Talk down on the game get one of them nerves in

If I ever fucked up a friendship I'm sorry

Money don't buy happiness, I go and cry in a Ferrari

We get kicked out the room, I'ma move the shit down to the lobby

Cause I got my back in the mail, I'm happy as hell, bitch its time to party cause...

It's the first of the month

I got my bag in the mail

I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell

We on, we on, yeah

It's the first of the month

I got my bag in the mail

I'm turning back up my radio

I hope I never be alone

Said we on

Ay, my life's like heaven

That's from the first of the month, until the 7th

And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven

We go from buying back to selling

Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery of a mailman

And we on, yeah, it's the first of the month

So catch your chicks and come on

It's the first of the month

So catch your chicks and come on

It's the first of the month

So catch your chicks and come on

It's the first of the month