Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Mike Dimes
Vocals
Dro Kenji
Dro Kenji
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Goode Jr.
Michael Goode Jr.
Songwriter
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Songwriter
Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Oskar
Don Oskar
Producer
Spiff Sinatra
Spiff Sinatra
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Ben10k
Ben10k
Producer
Tommy Parker
Tommy Parker
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Tyler Chase
Tyler Chase
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Broke her heart, don't regret it, uh
Yeah, I love that weed, but if I smoke, I might catch feelings, uh
Partner move that work, you show your work, he might just steal it, uh
Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon
Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'?
[Verse 1]
To them bitches
I was focused on riches, tryna get a percentage
I'm tryna eat, ballin' with all of my ****
I be itchin' for weeks, just for the bag, ****, I'm tryna get richer
She a bag, tryna get with you, poppin' tags with all of my ****
So what that mean?
I sit back and roll my weed
While I'm chillin' with my team
Don't play with that boy, he is not like he
Came a long way from them ki's, I want the mucho dinero, the fetti
Fuck that bitch and then I leave, say, "Mike ain't shit," but you still let me
What you frontin' for? Ask a young **** what he stuntin' for
**** be askin' for problems, I'm askin' for commas, you ain't like this, bro
Came a long way from my old ways but I still fuck a bitch and go away
You say I ain't shit, but promise, if you let me hit, then you just a throwaway
So tell me what that mean
[Chorus]
I broke her heart, don't regret it, uh (Nah)
Yeah, I love that weed, but if I smoke, I might catch feelings, uh (I might catch feelings, uh)
Partner move that work, you show your work, he might just steal it (Steal it)
Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon
Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'? (Oh, oh)
[Verse 2]
I put extra in this blunt so I can feel it
I would give my word to you, but I just don't know who you tellin'
I'm like, "Fuck it, I can toss my feelings, throw 'em in a grave"
I'm like, "Fuck these people, they don't know me," hey, hey, hey
Hey, smoke 'til I can't breathe, shorty hate when I drink lean
But fuck it, this ho don't know anything 'cause lil' Dro gon' be geeked
She like, "Hey," she a fan, she said, "Kenji be so clean"
And I love my money more than anything
I bet that ho would put these diamonds over any other bling
I know that ho ain't mine, yeah, right now she gon' be for me and gang
I called up Kenji and he said the same thing
[Chorus]
I broke her heart, don't regret it, uh (Nah)
Yeah, I love that weed, but if I smoke I might catch feelings, uh (I might catch feelings, uh)
Partner move that work, you show your work, he might just steal it (Steal it)
Homie went down bad, he went from foreigns to a felon
Who was tellin', kiss and tellin'?
Written by: Danny Jerome Jenrette, Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa, Michael Goode Jr.
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