Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peso Peso
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ramy
Producer
Lyrics
Ay ay
Bitch money talk, come and hand it to me
I'm steady running to that chicken cause its mandatory
Before I leave the crib no question gotta grab the forty
I feel like Dexter I'ma chemist, **** cooking in my laboratory
And everytime I make a dub I spend a dime and a pocket ten
I hop right out the Benz cuban on my neck I walk with Fin
And I don't cop amends I dont cop no plea I'm dropping tens
Like there right on his head then I go watch some Spiderman with my son ****
His name is Zae make a thirty in a day ****
Nah I dont play I'm in the trenches rocking bape ****
Feel like an ape, I take a **** to his safe ****
Just like he Ace, then I pour an eight
Brand new Draco with the wood I got my hood up on my shoulders
Valabasas on my ass and I'm strapped up with a blower
Hit that bitch before I cut her off it brings a lil closure
With a badder bitch counting up that doja like I'm Homer
Bitch I'm balling with my son **** like we in Phoenix
I wake up and get these funds **** then I repeat it
They catch me lacking with no gun **** just know I'm swingin
And we aint fucking with no crumb **** better believe it
If they put me in they mentions know I'm spinning like a Ferris Wheel
I got on Hellstar in the Heli if it crash I'm going to heaven still
I got a fifty on them **** told my youngins if you catch em 'kill'
I'm off that drank **** off them Percocets **** let me chill
Look at him pop it on the gram with his potnas bands but flat broke
I wear these diamonds rings flexing with that kream .. just like I'm Maxo
I got a spot where I sell rocks in the backroom I let em crack smoke
Only my loyal smokers though the ones that knew me since a tadpole
I'm finna crack up on these **** yeah
I'm on the road and I'm chasing all these millions yeah
Ay nah forreal let me crank up on these **** yeah
And for that chicken stand on business and thats anywhere
huh ON GOD

