Why Lyrics – Lil Tjay

[Intro: Lil Tjay]
(Banger)
Why? Why?
(DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)
Why? Why?

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I’ll run it up until I die
And wasn’t never no dummy, I know n!ggas lowkey hating on the guy
Maybe it’s ’cause I’m dripped out, just too real or too fly
All my life, I’ve been wondering why
All my life, I’ve been wondering why

Fu*k it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry
‘Til my hunger still die ’til I made, like, who really played it out better than I?
Try me, shots gon’ fly
Told my bro, “Boy, you know you gon’ die”
Why? Why?
Why? Why?

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Tryna get paid
N!ggas be talking ’bout bulls*it, ain’t talking no money, I daze
Been had the bag, ’bout to get me a new one, it’s ’bout the time label gotta me a raise
Barely no help, did this s*it by myself, off the top, don’t need no one to give me the wave
If I ain’t rapped, still wouldn’t never went broke, I was young, telling big bro to give me them plays
Ducking them streets, shoutout my n!ggas go in, popping in at least fifty a day
Stuck in them trenches, woke up, like I said, it’s no kizzy, that s*it’ll get gritty and grey
I was thirteen, running’ ’round with that pole when them kids run up on you like, “Give me your J’s”
I was in ATS, used to have fights after school like my mama ain’t give me a way
Fu*k it, I’m up, grateful as fu*k, charges add up, they gon’ give me a buck
Don’t give a fu*k, I got shots still up in my Glock, you see Tjay and you better duck
Ain’t too much wrapping n!ggas on my time
I’ll do one of you rapping lil’ n!ggas slime (On God)
Must be out your mind
When I catch you, I’ma blow your face off, n!gga

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]

Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I’ll run it up until I die
And wasn’t never no dummy, I know n!ggas lowkey hating on the guy
Maybe it’s ’cause I’m dripped out, just too real or too fly
All my life, I’ve been wondering why
All my life, I’ve been wondering why
Fu*k it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry
‘Til my hunger still die ’til I made, like, who really played it out better than I?
Try me, shots gon’ fly
Told my bro, “Boy, you know you gon’ die”
Why? Why?
Why? Why?

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, mama say, “Don’t question God,” so I ask myself why I ask that
Still tote a rod even though I know if it’s my time, can’t shoot back
I don’t duck and dodge no smoke, but I’m out the way so n!ggas can’t reach me
Moved far away where the beach at, throwing C’s up on the sea, yeah
I’ma preach to a n!gga, yeah, I pray a lot
Gotta watch for the cross, these n!ggas gon’ plot
Flood the AP on me, this a bae watch
Threesome with her friend, make bae watch
Pu*sy-ass n!gga ain’t had no motion
Michael Phelps, man, I backstroke her
Played my cards and I got a joker
Used to be local, now I’m global
I ain’t fold yet, I ain’t folding up
Four weeks in, what the fu*k is sleep?
Fu*k a nosebleed, want the floor seats
And a model, please, from overseas
Overplayed my part, overfed you
Need me? N!gga, I don’t need you
Like a mirror, these n!ggas be see-through
I’ma get on your ass when I see you, b!tch

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Fell in love with the money, know one thing, I’ll run it up until I die
And wasn’t never no dummy, I know n!ggas lowkey hating on the guy
Maybe it’s ’cause I’m dripped out, just too real or too fly
All my life, I’ve been wondering why
All my life, I’ve been wondering why
Fu*k it, I got my bag up, got my cash up, swear the pockets was dry
‘Til my hunger still die ’til I made, like, who really played it out better than I?
Try me, shots gon’ fly
Told my bro, “Boy, you know you gon’ die”
Why? Why?
Why? Why?