Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Pressa
Pressa
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Quinton Gardner
Quinton Gardner
Composición
Akil King
Akil King
Composición
Maurice Simmonds
Maurice Simmonds
Composición
Darren Overton
Darren Overton
Composición
Sergio Romero
Sergio Romero
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Worldwide Fresh
Worldwide Fresh
Producción
Verse
Verse
Producción
Dinuzzo
Dinuzzo
Producción
Serg Dior
Serg Dior
Producción
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Ingeniería de mezcla
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Asistente de ingeniería
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Masterización
Ben Hogarth
Ben Hogarth
Ingeniería

Letra

[Intro]
Ah
You don't know how it feel, locked in the the cage and run out of numbers to dial
I'm from the dirt like the rocks
Press
Yeah
Whoa
Money well spent
[Chorus]
Uh, I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine every day
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
'Less it's back of the back, and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back, to no minimum wage
[Verse 1]
I come from dodging the pothole
Throw pounds in the air like he Ralo
Can't make 'em pull up, and out me
So I keep it on me like narcos
I can't be dealing with bitches that keep getting jealous, complain 'bout my side hoe
I'm drippin' in casa de blanco
Pull up to the club in a Tahoe
You don't know how it feel to be locked in the cage, and run out of numbers to dial
Rolex Baguette, the dial
He lost his life, he went viral
See, I'ma just lead, never follow
He snake my gun, then we fall out
I hit the beat, pour my heart out
I can't go back to the bottom
[Chorus]
I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine every day
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
'Less it's back of the back, and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back, to no minimum wage
[Verse 2]
I'm from a place where they shoot you like Zimmerman
You catch a body, it make you a bigger man
He pop a pill, now the pill, it start kicking in
He started spinnin' shit, just like a ceiling fan
I got like two or three guns in my crib
You better think twice tryna run up in my home
Fucking with me, better get you a Bible
I'm tryna ball, just like the finals
I'm getting money, I'm puttin' it up
And I don't need love, I stopped giving a fuck
I'm in the trap, thirty days in the month
I talk to my junkie, he crackin' me up
She all on Google, she lookin' me up
They remember my face when they look at me once
They keep on claiming shit they never done
But they not the problem, I figured it's us
[Chorus]
I can't go back to no minimum wage
I rather hustle for mine every day
Taking the chances and dodging the case
I'm tryna stack it and stuff up the safe
I can't go back to the back of the back
'Less it's back of the back, and I'm having my way
I can't go back to the back to the back to the back to the back, to no minimum wage
Written by: Akil King, Darren Overton, Maurice Simmonds, Quinton Gardner, Sergio Romero
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