Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Hollett
Songwriter
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodtdogg
Producer
Lyrics
Think I found my place yeah
Know I had to stay down to the ground
Been about my paper
Get up out my face right now
Yeah I gotta bounce, I need my amounts
We smoke by the ounce we ain't keeping no count
Bring out the rounds, we drink until we drown
They can't come around cuz they been out of bounds
Think I found my place yeah
Know I had to stay down to the ground
Been about my paper
Get up out my face right now
Yeah I gotta bounce, I need my amounts
We smoke by the ounce we ain't keeping no count
Bring out the rounds, we drink until we drown
They can't come around cuz they been out of bounds
It's been a long time coming I deserve this
Yeah this life is all mine and I'm gone make it perfect
But just don't get the wrong idea that's some nerve kid
You messing round with Fogtown's most gifted Mr. Wordsmith
Man I feel like I'm the one
Got my fingers itching for that paper like I'm rolling blunts
Shawty gonna strip down for me naked like I'm throwing ones
Got me thinking how I gotta banger like a loaded gun, aye
Feeling nice doing business at the bank
We don't listen to advice man that shit'll never change
Pour up what I like then I'm sipping on some drank
Yeah we going on a flight need a ticket for the plane
Hope they know my name when I touch down
Get that money gonna blow it on a chain and a bust down
Everybody told me they would hate say I lucked out
But that ain't nothing homie cuz I made it and I'm up now
Think I found my place yeah
Know I had to stay down to the ground
Been about my paper
Get up out my face right now
Yeah I gotta bounce, I need my amounts
We smoke by the ounce we ain't keeping no count
Bring out the rounds, we drink until we drown
They can't come around cuz they been out of bounds
Think I found my place yeah
Know I had to stay down to the ground
Been about my paper
Get up out my face right now
Yeah I gotta bounce, I need my amounts
We smoke by the ounce we ain't keeping no count
Bring out the rounds, we drink until we drown
They can't come around cuz they been out of bounds
Yeah I be a whole mood, she be on the news
She been flew the coop, baby
This chick feel the groove, keep it slick keep it smooth
? baked til I snooze, faded
And I got nothing to lose, yeah nothing to prove
So my ass give a smooch, lady
Get more neck than a noose, more connects than tree roots
So I'm chucking the deuce, later
Yeah I be getting to the dough like Do-si
Anxiety be trying like Doechii
Turn it around on your bitch I hokey-pokey
Little smoky-eyed? baby low-key
Okay I'm not rare yeah I'm limited edition
And I never cared what you think won't listen
Imma just glisten, fire on all pistons
Bitch I'm not good, I be finger lickin'
Think I found my place yeah
Know I had to stay down to the ground
Been about my paper
Get up out my face right now
Yeah I gotta bounce, I need my amounts
We smoke by the ounce we ain't keeping no count
Bring out the rounds, we drink until we drown
They can't come around cuz they been out of bounds
Written by: Andrew Hollett, Andrew Kevin McDonald