Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Rod
Performer
Rodney McClain
Performer
Tydric Richardson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney McClain
Songwriter
Tydric Richardson
Songwriter
Lyrics
No smoke no steak
It just touched the evening
So much fucking paper
Yo heart start racing if you seen it
Im awake no way in sleeping
Its not a day im not eating
Made a way jump off that deep end
We was hungry now we feasting
They dont want no smoke no steak
I think they went vegan
They dont want no smoke no steak
Yea these Niggas Vegans (HAHAAHA)
They sockets on my pockets
Wanna know if i bought or i leasted it
It aint nun sweet about that cream nah shi aint peaches
Try to play the cross rode
Come apologize nah keep it
Lonely thru the dark rodes
I was releasing all my demons
40 with the long nose ian go play wit em i mean it
Stay on your hustle dawg
You can grab that maybach benz with all them features (CUMONN)
You can put me to it i can get done
I do it front and back hop right in the game
I milk this bitch hit it with the similac
It aint sweet
Stolen ride dey gon slide
They go switch the tag
Think you go take something of mine
U gon die with it anit no givin it back
Nigga done put in the work aint going for nothin
You gon end up right in a hearse
Caught a lil bitch by the eye
She feeling my vibe
Im feeling inside (vroomm)
Nigga get gone
For some reason my heart cold
But a nigga get hot
Tired of them ringing my phone
They keep on thinking imagine about wat i got
Nigga i stay with the chrome
Leave me lone
Strapped up like Sylvester shallone
Hating ass nigga wish he had the motion we on
Went to sleep fucked around in brought the tesla home
Nigga came along way from the hard time
Burdens and trails
But it didnt get the best of me homes
Fuck around Drop a big bag on a house
Give my mama a 2 tone
(Love you mama)
Yea i was there for you but you folded
How we started way way from the bottom
Now we live like the joneses
Mashing the gas yea im going full throttle
Cant play with opponents
Dont do the subminimal
Nigga get at me you know that we grown men
You know that he hurt
Vacation resort with your bitch
She put the bone innn
Niggas grinding i see you exhausted
Have you been through wins and losses
Young nigga but we been some bosses
Stay down nigga you know i gotchu
Wat he gone do when he outta options (HUH)
Hop inside the rari (oouu)
It just touched the evening
So much fucking paper
Yo heart start racing if you seen it
Im awake no we anit sleeping
Its not a day i anit eating
Made a way jump off that deep end
We was hungry now we feasting
They dont want no smoke no steak
I think they went vegan
They dont want no smoke no steak
Yea these Niggas Vegans (HAHAAHA)
They sockets on my pockets
Wanna know if i bought or i leasted it
It aint nun sweet about that cream nah shi aint peaches
Writer(s): Rodney Mcclain, Tydric Richardson
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