Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tevin Hood
Tevin Hood
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Composer
Julien Earle
Julien Earle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Recording Engineer
Julien Earle
Julien Earle
Producer
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

"I goddamn make folks goddamn you feel me? Sign up for that shit, you feel me?" "So who the plug?" "My partner, bro" "So what do you do? You the middleman, right?" "Nah, I like tell 'em to goddamn" "Are you the middleman?" "Yeah" "Ok" Hitting the west end, quicker than Tekken With an investment, I want that bag Kinda like check-in Finna keep texting the plug like "check in" I want that cash Hit him up desperately I definitely had nothing to eat My pride don't really mean nothing to me Nigga, fuck what you think I'ma juug everything I can And I might get a dog, no cap And I might get my dawg a strap And a Mike Vick pic autographed And a mic to get off these raps Think that money be changing my mood and shit I be thinkin' 'bout what I'ma do with it I be having them dreams about getting it I be having nightmares about losing it I be up in the air like I'm Superman She the swoop, I'm not swooping in No, I'm not judging, you do what you do And then do again what you was doing then Hit me back up when you through with it Fuck, man, this shit ain't go through again This shit was posed' to go through at ten Bro Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit And it look like a few bands What the fuck? I ain't never had cash Now I'm up Having this shit on smash That's what's up Having this shit on smash That's what's up (Free) "You already got an account?" "Yeah" "Nah, you gotta goddamn open that shit like" "I already got a account" "Oh, for real?" And I can't believe this shit really real I was jus' fucked up off of Dill Now I'm walking with the sack, bro, for real And I used to have to scrape for a meal Anything a nigga ate, had to steal Niggas goin' from an L to an M Running up a check Running numbers up, a hundred band Coming in again really wanna get another hit Doubling the licks Double hits up and dub a nigga clique Double dutch, yeah, we jump a nigga quit jumping in it Jumbalaya with the kick, lions in the den (free) I got 'em buying into it I know that it look like I jus' hit a lick "So how much you get paid?" "I get, I get goddamn half of what he get, you feel me?" "What he be gettin'?" "Like six" "Six-hundred?" "Yeah, nah, six bands" "Six bands?" "Yeah" "How much, you made three bands before?" "Yeah" Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit, bro, we just hit Oh shit And it look like a few bands What the fuck? I ain't never had cash Now I'm up Having this shit on smash That's what's up Having this shit on smash That's what's up "What you buy?" "Goddamn, I just be splurging on shit, bro"
Writer(s): Edwin Green & Julien Earle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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