Top Songs By Landstrip Chip
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Landstrip Chip
Performer
OG Parker
Bass
BRYVN
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Holt-May
Composer
Terence Williams
Composer
Joshua Parker
Composer
Ryan Martinez
Composer
Bryan Yepes
Composer
Donald Paton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tee Romano
Producer
OG Parker
Producer
BRYVN
Producer
G. Ry
Producer
Christopher Ulrich
Recording Engineer
Felix Leone
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
So much fuckin' play, but can he count?
Yeah, drippin' on these haters, what I found, yeah
Came up on them ****, now they doubt it
Rags to riches, ain't no doubt about it
I'm tryna my best to keep it real
You **** be playin', I'm out here chasin' these mills
If you come and you say it, girl, we up in the hills
[Verse 2]
These **** be mad and sit on they ass
But fuck it, I'm bossin' up
I gotta my bag, now I got 'em mad
That's why I don't talk too much
Yeah, you got a swag, and I got a swag
But your shit don't cost as much, no
Don't know why you be cappin', goin' out
These **** be flawed as fuck
I jump out the six and jump in the Benz
Hope you come with a friend
You know that we fuckin' in my ends
Walk in, Tom Ford, and blow some thousands on my lens
Screaming, "Bonjour", 'cause i just flew the ho in from France
She don't know how far, she say that's her favorite stance
Like a gold course, got all this green shit on my pants
Got no remorse, fuck these **** and how they playin'
And who they came with
Since I started, been on the same shit
This shit retarded, know how that fame gets
[Verse 3]
So much fuckin' play, but can he count?
Yeah, drippin' on these haters, what I found, yeah
Came up on them ****, now they doubt it
Rags to riches, ain't no doubt about it
I'm tryna my best to keep it real
You **** be playin', I'm out here chasin' these mills
If you come and you say it, girl, we up in the hills
[Verse 4]
We're shootin' shots and I can't miss
You look like Voss, sittin' on my wrist
Just spent your profit on my bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I work so hard to live like this
Expensive cars, expensive cribs
A hundred million's on my list
I got good aim, but I won't miss
Finna work at the bank, jump in the Brinks tank
Back and forth on the plane, how I'm livin' my life these days
Chasin' commas after commas
Two racks on Louis V, bum
Got your own bag, don't need a sponsor
Glad you stayed down, this shit enormous
I'm a VIP ****, I'm very important
This ain't on me, this God's gift
Ain't spendin' this shit with caution
Been gettin' this shit so often, yeah
[Verse 5]
So much fuckin' play, but can he count?
Yeah, drippin' on these haters, what I found, yeah
Came up on them ****, now they doubt it
Rags to riches, ain't no doubt about it
I'm tryna my best to keep it real
You **** be playin', I'm out here chasin' these mills
If you come and you say it, girl, we up in the hills
Written by: Bryan Yepes, Donald Paton, Jordan Holt-May, Joshua Parker, OG Parker, Ryan Martinez, Terence Williams