Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Scott
Songwriter
Lyrics
Money the only option
Pop out with 2,000 in my jeans thats just the back pocket
Diamonds dripping all up on the floor
Wet sign they need to mop it
Now they see me taking off JayIce to
Lil Johnny rocket
Use to wear jays now i pop out with Balenciagas
Ik my granny watching
Went from being a school nobody, to the hottest topic
Haters see me elevating
They cant do nothing bout it
So they hating from a distance
They just hate and watch it
I get new whips and wreck em
I couldve gave back so they call a **** selfish
I left sum **** back, now they mad I couldnt help em
I heard he snitching call em mr soulja boy tell em
He sending threats cuz his girl head up on my pelvis
I'm head hunting
Looking for them **** they just got pronounced dead on me
Now I gotta hide cuz a **** know the feds coming
Never been a killer but you know Im never scared homie
Tried to spread love but they tried to put the led on me
Now I need a rag cuz I went and got this red on me
I got all these shooters so I never had to kill nothing
Said he wanted smoke and when he got it I aint see him puffin
And I'm with Triple R bringing heat just like a fucking oven
These **** know Im with the bull shit
These **** like to use they fingers they aint doing shit
I spent 3,000 on this fit lil bitch I'm too legit
It aint no mileage on this whip im in the newest shid
Showing them lil diamonds on the gram that shid dont cost shid
Left my lil hoe inside the hood I need a boss bitch
Enough of all that flaw shit
My young **** off shit
Heard he want smoke we pull up on em and exaust shit
These **** playing police games and I aint here for that
You got my name all in yo mouth you can get killed for that
I heard them **** took yo shid boy where yo pistol at
**** take my shid and Imma find out where my victim at
Im head hunting
Looking for them **** they just got pronounced dead on me
Now I gotta hide cuz a **** know the feds coming
Never been a killer but you know Im never scared homie
Tried to spread love but they tried to put the led on me
Now I need a rag cuz I went and got this red on me
I got all these shooters so I never had to kill nothing
Said he wanted smoke and when he got it I aint see him puffin
And im with Triple R bringing heat just like a fucking oven
Written by: Justin Scott