Hudební video

Hudební video

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devonta Wright
Devonta Wright
Songwriter
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer
Yung D.I.
Yung D.I.
Producer

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[Intro]
I been knew life was a gamble, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
We all take a risk everyday, ha-ha, but I ain't trippin'
I just gotta do this
[Chorus]
Roll the die
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty, made it flip again (Whoa)
Twenty bands from the bank, two-hundred Benjamins (Whoa)
Two-hundred bands for some bags, boy, you better call me (Yeah)
U-Haul van in the mall, me and what ya call it
[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin', yeah, I talk to it
Need a new safe 'cause the money got a wall full (Hey)
I just spent a day in the Bay, it was all good (Hey)
Backend, count it up by myself before I walk through it (Hey)
All about my business, in my pockets none but white folks
Money can't buy love 'cause this bitch ain't even my type, though (Hey)
Turn up at the day party and kill 'em at the night show (Hey)
Real **** reunion, I fuck wit 'em so I might go (Hey)
Rappin' easy, I can do it arm tied, eyes closed
When robbing was a job, I would do that shit from nine to four (Hey)
My partner drove from Holly Grove to here to get them Xans
And I rebulk every number with that money in my hand (Hey, hey, hey)
[Chorus]
Roll the die
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty, made it flip again (Whoa)
Twenty bands from the bank, two-hundred Benjamins (Whoa)
Two-hundred bands for some bags, boy, you better call me (Yeah)
U-Haul van in the mall, me and what ya call it
[Verse 2]
I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood, I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour, yeah, I talk numbers
Lil' homie in the cut, finger itchin', ready to off some
If you ain't talkin' money over hundreds, it ain't 'bout none
Partner did ten and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself, and nah, we ain't lost none
For me, they clear the room, make some space for when the boss come
Canary yellow diamond, got these **** actin' cautious
He scary and he lyin', I can tell by how he talkin'
VVSs, they shinin', I got my number and I'm 'bout to
[Chorus]
Roll the die
Hit the curb, do yo' number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground runnin'
Trap spot do that Percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer, huh
Mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a forty, put in twenty, made it flip again
Twenty bands from the bank, two-hundred Benjamins
Two-hundred bands for some bags, boy, you better call me
U-Haul van in the mall, me and what ya call it
Written by: Dequantes Lamar, Devonta Wright
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