Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Big K.R.I.T.
Canto
GodMade
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Dwayne Nesmith
Composición
Richard P Butler
Composición
O. Isley
Composición
Justin Scott
Composición
Todd Shaw
Composición
Christopher Jasper
Composición
Ronald Isley
Composición
Ernest Isley
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Niko Marzouca
Ingeniería de mezcla
Big K.R.I.T.
Producción
Rico Love
Producción
Micah Wyatt
Ingeniería de grabación
Chris Athens
Masterización
DtownThaGreat
Producción
Robert Marks
Ingeniería de mezcla
D-Town The Great
Producción
Letra
DtownThaGreat
Pick yourself up
Ain't nobody helping no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass ****) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass bitch) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Uh
Income tax check, you blow that shit
Buy that foreign, they repo that shit
She leave yo dick dry, that ain't yo bitch
Your partners made it rain, but you ain't tip
Lame ****, fame get ya nothin' but cameras and lights
Money on the table, you want friends and like
Swipe up, wipe down, all the fresh for sale
Ain’t no handouts here, ****, you can't tell?
I'm I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, ****, you can't spell?
What you know 'bout me? I don't know 'bout free
Money fall like leaves, better climb that tree
Pick yourself, pick yourself up
Ain't nobody helping no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass ****) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass bitch) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
I was sitting on the curb by my grandma yard
Dopeboys drive by, I’m like "That’s my car"
Fast four-stack Ford, ****, that's my car
Push button, automatic, bitch, I own that start
Dime back, I don’t bend, I don't starve for mine
Will rap for a mil, coulda had that sign
Ride dirty, late night, coulda had that time
Way up pilin', drop top, you can't have this shine
Aw, mane, cold game, if these walls could talk
They'd say, "Stack that shit, ****, get that vault"
Young and safe fucked up, that shit ain’t my fault
****, pay them dues, ****, pay that cost
Pick yourself, pick yourself up
Ain't nobody helping no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass ****) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass bitch) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Weave right, edges right, but your bills ain't paid
Sugar daddy fly you out, but you still can't stay
Overnight, Gucci bag, you back on that plane
He married, you mad that you got played
Think you run run game, he ain't called you since
Homegirls got change, but you call them lame
'Cause they got that foreign, they buy all they clothes
They don't need no man, but you still that ho
Every man you fuck with tryin' to sow his oats
Every man you fuck with fuck been catch ghosts
'Cause the cars they drive like a moth to flame
You ain't pimpin' the game, tryna fuck for change
Pick yourself, pick yourself up
Ain't nobody helping no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no broke-ass ****
No broke-ass bitch, no
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass ****) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
(No broke-ass bitch) Pick yourself up, pick yourself up
Written by: Dwayne Nesmith, Justin Scott, Richard P Butler