Vic Sage - Thousand (feat. Futuristic) [Official Audio]

Single from Vic Sage’s project Broke & Happy. Follow Vic Sage on social media @vicsagemusic.

Lyrics:
[Chorus: Vic Sage]
Popping on the West side ‘cause that’s where I stay
I just made a thousand, blew it in your face
I been going in though, I’ma close the case
I can’t wait no more, man, I gotta blow today
Popping on the West side ‘cause that’s where I stay
I just made a thousand, blew it in your face
I been going in though, I’ma close the case
I can’t wait no more, man, I gotta blow today

[Verse 1: Vic Sage]
I’ma blow today
I ain’t hearing what they say
Need the blue face,’ I been caring bout the race
I been tryna eat, I need more than just a taste
Now they tryna talk, oh no, they should know they place
Man, I’m balling
This ain’t cap, they been out the field like calling
From the O but I got the music popping
All the talk, man, it start to get obnoxious
Now I got the drive, they all feeling nauseous
Got the drop-top down
Then I hop out, I been feeling hot now
Feeling like the man, I’m my own boss now
Telling all my exs now they gettin’ crossed out

[Chorus: Vic Sage]
Popping on the West side ‘cause that’s where I stay
I just made a thousand, blew it in your face
I been going in though, I’ma close the case
I can’t wait no more, man, I gotta blow today
Popping on the West side ‘cause that’s where I stay
I just made a thousand, blew it in your face
I been going in though, I’ma close the case
I can’’ wait no more, man, I gotta blow today

[Verse 2: Futuristic]
I already blew up, man, I knew I would, okay
Who the hell is you to tell the dude that I ain’t great?
Plan my work then work my plan and now my mama straight
I soak up the love and I rebel all of the hate
Vic Sage, huh, why they tryna play us?
I make twenty racks to rap up on the stage, huh
I invested that right back to my estate, huh
Dinner table, everyone gon’ get a plate, yeah
Started with five dollar bills, shoot for dollars in the ‘Ville
I’m in the villa, I’m counting the skrilla, my mama say I gotta chill
Turning down record deals, now I got a couple mil’
Automated all the bills, I’m concerned about the thrills
I’m on a yacht with a big booty, tan, ten out of ten lil’ mama
Im on a tour bus moving ‘round the country, counting money in pajamas
I don’t deal with any drama, you gotta email my sister
That’s my assistant, I’m ‘bout the business, God as my witness, sheesh

[Chorus: Vic Sage]
Popping on the West side ‘cause that’s where I stay
I just made a thousand, blew it in your face
I been going in though, I’ma close the case
I can’t wait no more, man, I gotta blow today
Popping on the West side ‘cause that’s where I stay
I just made a thousand, blew it in your face
I been going in though, I’ma close the case
I can’t wait no more, man, I gotta blow today