Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bradley Tibane
Songwriter
Texty
(Sauron)
All this money I got, it might change you
I'm fucking on this thot, she an angel
In a new car **** and I'm tryna race you
And you think you hard yeah, I might just erase you
2011 Benz that shit ancient
Yeah we shot him up, now we gotta hide the casings
Choppa right beneath me, choppa hit yo station
And them **** need me, yeah they need donations
Bitch I'm trippin out, bitch I'm tripping out I'm geekin out like
Real **** lo-fi, and I'm switching cause I'm so fye
And I'm switching cause I'm so fye
I just had to think about it for a minute
I just realized that I get a big percentage
I just realized that I am a bad bitch
They see my face and they think I ain't a savage
The top's cold woah woah
It's cold cause I don't even see my bros woah woah
I'm in different typa' cars, I'm in different typa hoes 'oah woah (Facts, for real)
And I can't even think, weed making me slow woah woah (Shh)
Come my way but don't get attached
I love when these hoes think they relevant
I just fuck em, then I dip, yeah I hit the gas
You know that I got it on me, you ain't gotta ask (Shh)
I got two hoes but one got a better ass (Shh)
And I pull up in a uh, in a darkroom (Shh)
And my bitch said "Show me what the ice do"
I don't talk to you, cause I don't like you (Yeah for real)
I don't wanna do, but I might fight you
Better things, better things, better things
And I've seen stranger things, stranger things ah (Yeah for real)
(Sauron)
All this money I got, it might change you
I'm fucking on this thot, she an angel
In a new car **** and I'm tryna race you
And you think you hard yeah, I might just erase you
Written by: Bradley Tibane