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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Demrick
Demrick
Performer
Cali Cleve
Cali Cleve
Performer
Logic
Logic
Performer
King Chip
King Chip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demrick
Demrick
Songwriter
Iain H Findlay
Iain H Findlay
Songwriter
Branden William Tighe
Branden William Tighe
Songwriter
Robert Bryson Hall
Robert Bryson Hall
Songwriter
Charles Jawanzaa Worth
Charles Jawanzaa Worth
Songwriter
Matthew Huber
Matthew Huber
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cali Cleve
Cali Cleve
Producer

Lyrics

I'm building up my money, call it skyscraper paper I got models, I got strippers, I got bitches I'm a player I'm in that residential, waving hi to my neighbors Then I'm on that next flight saying bye to my neighbors I made it outta my hood I know some niggas wish I was back there That's why old friends is just old friends I'm in chuck taylors with a low brim Got my old Tims and my North Face From the old days in that cold place Now it's rose and good kush California living on my sole face I got no shame, from the nose bleeds to the center stages at long way How I got here? Niggas want to act like it's not fair Just cause I know millionaires who know billionaires Cause i'm a thousandaire who trynna get there I used food stamps to fill the fridgidaire Now it's weekend trips up to big bear I got a swimming pool in my backyard Couple pitbulls in my backyard Couple bitches in bikinis, barbecues what the fuck were you doing? You finally get a backyard Been in Australia, New Zealand, all of Europe in the last month I could use this fuel that's in that blunt Smoke it to the head don't pass once And I know my neighbors upset, cause we ain't been to sleep yet We playing these beats on repeat for a week and i'm just warming up as a heat jack And we don't get a reset, so I'm doing this shit without a regret She say she wanna stay and get her feet wet But I'm diving in to the deep end, better reach in Recognize real when i write this Never do it like this, Rattpack be the hypest Goddamn can you feel it, hold up motherfucker let me kill it run it back like that Got your back like chiroprac- hit you with the gat like brhha Nah, never that, goddamn. Now they wonder who the man I'mma sell a hundred thousand, first week by the man V's up be the band, L-O-G-I-C that be the brand From Maryland to the west fuck all the rest we connected Took a while but we respected, now they know yeah I'm just looking for a reason to cut some people off Zero tolerance, no hollering just piss'em off This ain't no new year's resolution, nigga this all year I'm trynna keep my circle tight cause nigga this our year I'm extra cold flying through the no fly zone 44108 yeah that's that you can die zone King Chip the coldest that you ever lay eyes on It's a blessing for you haters to share my time zone Building up my money, call it skyscraper paper
Writer(s): Kerli Koiv, Lindy Robbins, Toby Gad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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