Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sha Gz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shavar Williams
Songwriter
Charley Cooks
Songwriter
Jahseh Onfroy
Songwriter
Robert Soukiasyan
Songwriter
Johnny Cunningham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emrld Beats
Producer
Charley Cooks
Co-Producer
Johnny Cunningham
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
They ain't think I'll do some shit like this, you heard?
It's that Sha Gz ****
Like, glah
[Verse 1]
Like, I can't wait till I'm finally rich
I can finally move out the bricks
Say hold on, they tryna see how I get
These-these **** better stay out the mix
Why these **** out here tryna switch?
Why this **** movin' like a bitch?
If you wasn't right there with this gun on my hip, you think I'ma up, that's the shit I don't get
[Chorus]
I was like, woah woah
I was like, woah woah
I was like, woah woah woah woah
[Verse 2]
Im going up', them **** hatin'
And they mad, cus-'cause I made it
When I got shot I just watched how they traded, and them **** mad, I can see on their faces
Back inside, opps see the vicious
Y'all **** could've have patiently waited
Wish it was start now, I'm moving dangerous
Fuck all that bullshit, I'm tryna flame it
[Verse 3]
I'ma shine, in the studio, grindin' all day, I'm like "Momma, it's time"
Label tryna sign
I need more than a mill, bitch, I need more than a dime, why you jackin'? You mines
When the bullshit come through, please stop tryin' to give me time, I can't leave you behind
You was there when I was down, now it's just really my time
[Chorus]
I can't wait till I'm finally rich
I can finally move out the bricks
Say hold on, they tryna see how I get
These-these **** better stay out the mix
Like, why these **** out here tryna switch?
Why this **** movin' like a bitch?
If you wasn't right there with this gun on my hip, you think I'ma up, that's the shit I don't get
[Chorus]
I was like, woah woah
I was like, woah woah
I was like, woah woah woah woah
Glah! And I'm tired of you telling me lies
Like, Yo-you made me hurt and I cried
Like, thinking about you, I be in my mind
Saying it buggin', wonder which is why
Like, when you left, I-I was blind
You got me dead, righ-right inside
That bitch is dead, she not tryna ride, she tried to talk to my mans but I thought you was mine
Like, I tried to love but it's hard to find
Seen my people they walking, outside
Sittin' and thinkin', lookin' at the sky, and wonderin', bugging', what be on your mind?
Like, I could be wasting my time, I got richer, I'm laying I don't need a dime
Like, I could just look in your eyes and can tell you not for me when you press decline
[Chorus]
Like, I can't wait till I'm finally rich
I can finally move out the bricks
Say hold on, they tryna see how I get
These-these **** better stay out the mix
Like, why these **** out here tryna switch?
Why this **** movin' like a bitch?
If you wasn't right there with this gun on my hip, you think I'ma up, that's the shit I don't get
[Chorus]
I was like, woah woah
I was like, woah woah
I was like, woah woah woah woah
Written by: Charles Nelson Forsberg, Charley Cooks, Jahseh Onfroy, John Cunningham, Robert Soukiasyan, Shavar Williams

