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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Composer
Tyga
Tyga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Tylee Beats
Tylee Beats
Recording Engineer
Mike Ashby
Mike Ashby
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Gotta be a hustler to understand this shit, nigga (Only) Only hustlers (Huh) Money on the floor, bitches on the couch (Uh) Bought another watch, I could've bought a house (Bought a house) Posin' for the cameras when we walkin' out (Cheese) Only hustlers understand the shit I'm talking 'bout (Only) Break it out the pack, put it on the scale (On the scale) I just need a addy, send it through the mail (I'll send it) I be with some felons that ain't never voted (Never voted) And they can smell that odor 'fore they pull us over We been puttin' in work, hardly takin' credit Hit the road and pray the dogs can't smell it (I pray) Back against the wall, I'ma make a way (A way) Stashed a hundred-K for a rainy day (A hundred) We taxin' over here, so don't be late to pay (Don't be late) Or get left in the hood like this Training Day (Ha) Denzel (Uh), I inhale straight gas, still, it's fuck twelve (Fuck) Stuff fifty thousand large in the grocery bag (Fifty) And all I smell is cash through this COVID mask We was in the field without no shoulder pads It's a couple niggas never got they Rollies back (Never) How it feel when they know you real? (How it feel, nigga?) The streets got me numb, if I could only feel (Numb) They tryna bite my style like I'm Holyfield We was sellin' candy rain without no soul, for real (Ah) Money on the floor, bitches on the couch (Money on the floor, nigga) Bought another watch, I could've bought a house (Bought a house, nigga) Posin' for the cameras when we walkin' out (Posin') Only hustlers understand the shit I'm talking 'bout (Uh) Break it out the pack, put it on the scale (Break it out) I just need a addy, send it through the mail (I'll send it, nigga) I be with some felons that ain't never voted (Felons) And they can smell that odor 'fore they pull us over Uh, yeah Pull up in the Rolls-Royce, new body (Body) All my whips same colors like Yo Gotti (Woo) Ask who fuckin' with me, tell her, "Nobody" (Bitch) I came out the mud, diamonds still shinin' And the bitch so pretty, she get so grimy (Yeah) And I keep a few demons, bitch, look around me (Boom) And my vision so sick, bitch might vomit (Ugh) And she call me best friend, we are not platonic (Woo) Yeah, hop in the Benz, friends in the Bimmer (Bimmer) She asks how she know me but I never seen her (Seen her) Two-seater, Patek forty millimeter (Meter) We could play for the night but I don't repeat her ('Peat her) Yeah, Tom Ford fur, they gon' send PETA I really want the bitch but I don't need her (No) Floatin' at the top (Top), I make it rain drop (Drop) Lookin' like a movie (Movie) but it's not a prop (Bitch) Money on the floor, bitches on the couch (Money on the floor, nigga) Bought another watch, I could've bought a house (Bought a house, nigga) Posin' for the cameras when we walkin' out (Posin') Only hustlers understand the shit I'm talking 'bout (Uh) Break it out the pack, put it on the scale (Break it out) I just need a addy, send it through the mail (I'll send it, nigga) I be with some felons that ain't never voted (Felons) And they can smell that odor 'fore they pull us over
Writer(s): Don Cannon, David Brewster, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Michael Stevenson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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