Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M Huncho
M Huncho
Songwriter
Quincy Ferreira
Quincy Ferreira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy Tellem
Quincy Tellem
Producer
Sean D Engineer
Sean D Engineer
Mixing Engineer
Sean D
Sean D
Mastering Engineer

Letras

(Quincy too)
Please turn the lights off, yeah
It’s looking smokey in here
Please turn off the lights off, yeah
I got some bags, so twenty minutes, I'll turn up the night show, yeah
Run to the back again, I dance, I dance like Alfonso, yeah
Jumped on a flight
And it was so business there's dinner in Bordeaux
Busy, make anymore dough
I can't play around no more
Paid my debts that I did owe
But I'm holding a lot more
Freaky success in the bando
The rocks coming hard like an elbow
This time they didn't get the memo (Nah)
This time they didn't get the memo, yeah, Huncho, yeah
Brothers, they come with no flavour
I did it much better in most of my demos (Yeah)
Never realised on the feature
I'm smoking a zushi, I pass to my fellows (You get it)
Cool with the bag and I'm good with the notes
And the chords, you'll think I play cello, yeah (Get it)
Go to a milli and looks to be hilly
I'm doing it all in falsetto, let go (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Made me some figures that got me some property
Come take a look at my credit (Credit)
I left Utopia and now I need space
I told 'em that Huncho ain't with it
I just prefer shit to ice
When I could have really been part of the Senate
Cartier bangles, yeah, I play tennis
But I do not pay for the tennis (I do not pay for the tennis)
Ah, I do not pay for the tennis
Got me some teeth from the dentist
Married the game, match made in heaven
Bitches just want the attention
Huncholini, I find it pathetic
Give me my medal, please tell the others to settle
Please tell the others to settle, uh
Uh, uh, settle (Fly, fly)
Please tell the others to settle (Fly, fly)
Give me my medal
Huncholini, the medal
Been running in and out of packs
And it's been a bit rough, that's facts
I just put her in an Uber, I'm gone
She's into Cali, if she drives, she crash
Huncho's heavy duty, no cap
Northwest where I'm based, that's facts
Might run up with a brother with a rag on my face
And I tell him that I want it in cash
Tell him that I want it in cash
Shopping in Chanel in France
Tell him that I want it in cash
Shopping in Chanel in France
Tell him that I want it in cash
Shopping in Chanel in France
Shopping in Chanel in France, ah
‘Lini the first
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah)
‘Lini the first
Quincy, tell ‘em
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Ooh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Ooh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Ooh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Ooh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Ooh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Pocket rocket, ooh, yeah
Lock it, stock it, ooh, yeah
Keep the Eagle close by, please don't fuck my mood up
Pocket rocket, ooh, yeah
Lock it, stock it, ooh, yeah
Keep the Eagle close by, please don't fuck my mood up
'Lini the first (First, first)
I think I'm kind of cool, yeah
She thinks I'm kind of rude, uh
Take no attitude, uh
Make them sit on many packs
Show me gratitude, yeah
I know they love me
So when I walk in, I expect salutes, uh
One stove, twenty pots, twenty zips
Forty-one, it can't fit in the spliff
Eat, sip, twenty whips (Twenty whips)
With the boy who never takes twenty trips
I don't wave, but I know
Yeah, who does, turn a bird to a dove (Brrr-brrr)
Hit her from the back, put my thumb up in her butt
And I need my fucking money, I don't wanna hear no birds
I ain't tryna hear no ifs
Make these brothers see a brick
Live in the flesh
I thought that you were riding with him
I can never run out of batteries again
When you got some faith, it gets harder to sin
Holding all these demons deep inside, within
Might get a reload, that's a crime I commit
Disturbing my peace, I can never forgive
Man, I ran out of love, so there's no love to give
Man, I had nothing, there was no point to live
But now I'm cashing out for my mum and future kids
And it's piles of money that I count (You dig?)
Can find me in the dirt, I'm a diamond (You dig?)
I had to bury family in the cemetery (You dig?)
So currently I ain't got no patience (You dig?)
Running out of patience (You dig?)
Tryna fly an eagle (You dig?)
Man, I'm tryna find a reason to live
Man, I'm tryna find a reason to live, uh
Written by: M Huncho, Quincy Ferreira
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