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Musikvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Serious Klein
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Boakye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rascal
Producer
Tobias Breuer
Producer
Songtexte
You've changed, you promised you wouldn't
You constantly spoke it like a mantra
What you said and how you act now are two different things
Two different worlds, two different people
Gemini in full effect I guess
They need to know when a **** comes around
(Ya-ya)
Go check my snaps and you gon' see if I am in town
(Ya-ya)
Bad **** kinda friendly, high key in that Benzy
Silence gold, but my money talking loud
My **** know when your **** run they mouth
(Ya-ya)
It's one call and your **** up in the clouds
(Ya-ya)
Fuck the tease like no drama
I'ma put that on my momma
Let a **** cross the globe and knock 'em out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Goddamn, here comes the bang
Here comes that **** with a million dollar swag
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, throw them Benny's on that bitch's ass
Take a trip to Paris, I'ma fly that bitch at business class
Cool cash ****, ooh
What have you done?
Sold a soul to Luci
Lost my mind and thought I'm the one
All that paper stacking
Pussy chasing, it just begun
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Coughing demons out of my lungs
Stack my money sky high, never slow
It's only dollar bills in my rodeo
**** I'm a king, me and my fifty ho collection
And my momma bills with that voodoo money
Don't don't you see the
Fuck **** wanna jack shit?
Tight no slack
Got the damn top dropped
Two color flip-flop
Glock cocked
New money motherfucker, don't you see the big knot?
Don't you see the big chain?
Don't you see the fuck **** wanna jack shit?
Tight no slack
Got the damn top dropped
Two color flip-flop
Glock cocked
New money motherfucker, don't you see the big knot?
Don't you see the big chain?
Don't you see the
(Yeah)
Beef and cheese
Know no peace
Need release
But first I need extra G's
Man I tried to go to church
But the devil is a lie
And all that turning at the mixers
Ain't gon' pay my momma tithe
My poppa sick too
**** used to work everyday
My oldest brother with that dope game
Shit gon' get payed
Sunday service in the front row
Don't you question my faith
They said this juju making rich
Sharped the knife for the cake
Goddamn, here comes the man
Here comes that **** screaming money ain't a thing
Fuck it gotta spend it all, might invest it in that Range
Fuck everybody who hating
My own brothers acting strange
Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee
What have you done?
Sold a soul to Luci
Lost my mind and thought I'm the one
All these bitches raised the greed
All that Henny had me numb
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Have mercy upon my wrongs
Yeah
Stack my money sky high, never slow
It's only dollar bills in my rodeo
**** I'm a king, me and my fifty ho collection
And my momma bills with that voodoo money
Don't, don't you see the
Fuck **** wanna jack shit?
Tight no slack
Got the damn top dropped
Two color flip-flop
Glock cocked
New money motherfucker, don't you see the big knot?
Don't you see the big chain?
Don't you see the fuck **** wanna jack shit?
Tight no slack
Got the damn top dropped
Two color flip-flop
Glock cocked
New money motherfucker, don't you see the big knot?
Don't you see the big chain?
Don't you see the
Written by: Kelvin Boakye, Tobias Breuer

