Twista – Lovely Day Lyrics

“When I wake in the morning love..

And the sunlight hurts my eyes..

And something without warning love..

Bears heavy on my mind..”


Let’s get them dollars, let’s get this money

Y-yeah, keep my mind on my..

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind

I got my finger on the trigger, stayin on the grind

Now when I wake up in the mornin I gots to hit a lick

Saw the 2003 Navi’ on Spre’s with a kick

Soon as my eyes see the sunshine

My thoughts is jukin the block and dodgin it one time

Peep how we movin them rocks and the pounds of dro ‘fore I double my shit

I can serve 16 ounces plus 6 and get back 96

A killer for the scrilla, nigga, best not be stoppin

I gots to get them bigger, figures, fuck what you talkin

I represent the niggaz ballin with jewelry full of ‘cicles

Down to the niggaz chasin million, that dream servin nickels

And I know – one day, I’m gon’, come up

And when you see me don’t hate, that I, roll up

Get paid whether you Legit when you slang, or tippin off ‘caine

Until I take a dip in the Range I’m flippin them thangs

Gotta get some money mayn

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]

It’s a lovely day, just got paid

Stack it up, be on my way

A lovely day, lovely day, lovely dayyyy

It’s a lovely day, just got paid

Stack it up, be on my way

A lovely day, lovely day, lovely dayyyy


A hustler’s definition, is a hustler for scratch

You serve a motherfucker, you serve him for that

I’m makin money off of verses when I spit ’em on tracks

And when I ain’t sellin no records, I’m servin ’em packs

I got a – clip full of hollows, money-makin’s my motto

Semi-auto when my blow’s in a bottle ’til I hit the lotto

With dreams of ownin a record label flippin words

My nigga flippin buildings better than he was flippin birds

I got the – mentality and the motive, I’m on a mission

for the money you can get it too, it’s all about yo’ ambition

Play yo’ position, provide the plans and follow procedures

And a six hundred blunted with a pocket full of hundreds and Visas

Love when I get that dust, hit ’em up, re-cop then I get back up

Love when I get that gig, get a crib, get a car when the grips stack up

And still in the evenin if I’m sleepin paper products

Soon as I get up, it’s just another day another dollar

Gotta get that money mayn



Got love for the corporate playas that’s ballin rollin Jags

Got love for the thug niggaz who get it on the Ave

Love for those who can make a mil’ and sit back and laugh

And love for the fine strippers who get it poppin ass

Love for the single parents that’s workin through the struggle

Love for those who gotta make a livin movin muscle

Love for those who gotta watch the haters rollin bubbles

Causin trouble every time a young brother try to hustle

And if I can’t legally make a knot

Then I gotta get right back on the block

And if it ain’t no work we do a stick-up and whip up a concoction

I leave you face down in the dirt because hurtin’s not an option

Gotta get that money mayn


[Anthony Hamilton]

When I wake in the morning love, ohh-ohh-ohh..

And the sunlight hurts my eyes, ohh-ohh ohhh..

And something without warning love, ohh-ohh-ohh..

Bears heavy on my mind..

[Chorus] – fades out