Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PlaqueBoyMax
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell Dent
Songwriter
Nathan Lamarche
Songwriter
Rio Leyva
Songwriter
Jordan Church
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PlaqueBoyMax
Recording Engineer
Rio Leyva
Producer
Nash
Producer
5kjordan
Producer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
When the time get tough, who really there for you for real?
I was down bad on my dick, and these **** weren't there, and these bitches wasn't there
Now everything on me expensive, these **** wanna care, nah, ****, take care
Wake up in a million dollar crib, it's a workout every time I walk up the stairs
All I can say is "You that ****" every time I look in the mirror
And I don't fear no ****, only thing I fear is God
Dead **** essential, my dollars fear of god
Phone on DND, I don't want to hear you at all
20k on clothes, and I know I'ma see that tomorrow
In the crib making moves like Drake and Josh, like what the fuck?
Late night with my bitch, I throw up, too much pink Moscato
[Verse 1]
All of a sudden all these hoes is going
She act like she know me, back then she ain't even never notice
I'm the blueprint, they some posers, can't let them get close up
When it's fourth quarter, I'm the fucking closer
Freak ho take her clothes off, barely know her
Gotta flex my closet, yeah, I love to show off
If I can't show out, don't even sub me in
They announce me every time, don't matter what club we in
[Bridge]
When the time get tough, who really there for you for real?
Who really there for you for real?
[Chorus]
When the time get tough, who really there for you for real?
I was down bad on my dick, and these **** wasn't there, these bitches wasn't there
Now everything on me expensive, these **** wanna care, nah, ****, take care
Wake up in a million dollar crib, it's a workout every time I walk up the stairs
Wake up in a million dollar crib, it's a workout every time I walk up the stairs
All I can say is "You that ****" every time I look in the mirror
And I don't fear no ****, only thing I fear is God
Dead **** essential, my dollars fear of god
Phone on DND, I don't want to hear you at all
20k on clothes, and I know I'ma see that tomorrow
In the crib making moves like Drake and Josh, like what the fuck?
Late night with my bitch, I throw up, too much pink Moscato
Written by: Jordan Church, Maxwell Dent, Nathan Lamarche, Rio Leyva