Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Performer
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Composer
Tony Seltzer
Tony Seltzer
Composer
R. Quigley
R. Quigley
Composer
Fred Lowinger
Fred Lowinger
Composer
Christian Pfluge
Christian Pfluge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
Tony Seltzer
Tony Seltzer
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Hey, hey! La música de Harry Fraud I be balling right there where the Knicks play, get cake Gotta make sure momma's rent paid, I was dead broke Got my shit straight, switch lanes now they switching up Niggas bitch made (hey!) I've been finessing since the six grade Switch blade, I might cut her off if her shit fake Blue face, money stacking tall it's like six acres, new rave Stars shinning all in ya bitch face It took me a minute now I'm in the game, wait a minute I be sipping Henny like it's minute maid, let them hate I've been getting to it getting hella paid Fade away rolling up the sour gotta meditate Get the guap I'm praying it never stop Wrist on froze diamonds on me, do the milly rock This yo hoe, why she on me when I hit the spot, big bank rolls Used to post up on the chicken spot Had a chance but you missed the shot I can never fone, say you real but you really not Moving like a hoe get you pilled Niggas been in block We be on the post like ONeal, you ain't sending shots (hey) I be balling right there where the Knicks play, get cake Gotta make sure momma's rent paid, I was dead broke Got my shit straight, switch lanes now they switching up Niggas bitch made (hey!) Bitch I've been finessing since the six grade Switch blade, I might cut her off if her shit fake Wait I just hit ya broad she can't sit straight Hey got a thousand ways just to get paid I'm his bk ten of the freeway I just made a fuckin' highlight, need a replay I be getting to it every night, what's the delay? Remember I was down, tables turned like a DJ Shawty, you should leave ya man, he a cheapskate I could make a lot of bands on a weekday She knows that I'm the man, ain't no debate (I'm the man) I used to sell a gram like it's Ebay I'ma do the dash like a relay Talking money I just spent the cash on a three way, sipping Henny Get ya bitch a splash of the ej, in the Bentley When I'm going past through the speed ways Aye I'm cut her off bitch I need space I don't want your heart, I just need face I've been on my grind, boy you need skates I got in the game like it's EA I be balling right there where the Knicks play, get cake Gotta make sure momma's rent paid, I was dead broke Got my shit straight, switch lanes now they switching up Niggas bitch made (hey) bitch I've been finessing since the six grade Switch blade, I might cut her off if her shit fake Wait I just hit ya broad, she can't sit Straight, hey got a thousand ways just to get paid Hey!
Writer(s): Fred Lowinger, Antonio Felipe Hernandez, Jason Cole Critchlow, Rory William Quigley, Christian Pfluge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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