क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
José Zapata
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tuim
Producer
गाने
I'm ballin' bro (ballin')
Spendin' money like I'm done (fucking dumb, gotta show)
Yeah, yeah (beg)
Spendin' money like I'm dumb
Bought a real top, I'm a fashion boi
Begging, yeah
(I'mma)
Spendin' money, Riff Raff
Savage at night, hit that
Stop the drama, keep that
She saw me, like on God
U ain't real, feel that
Got it for the cheap, lean that
Black like Kodak, ji ja
Emotional time, sleep time
Came here for the money
Where is it? (uh)
Broke her heart in pieces (I don't know)
I swear for God, she kissed it
Lo mein, cheese, I pissed it (uh)
Crash everything then bleedin' (goddamnn)
Head 2 toe, bet she need it
With my bros, lately leanin'
Hollywood dreamin', baby Beamer
Be on top, but I'm a sinner
I won't fuck, she be filmin'
I'll blow up then she leak it (damn)
Ain't gon' stop for my ****
Bring me back my fashion killa
Give her my soul, Codeina
Smokin' some kush, Aquafina
Yeah
I'm ballin' bro (ballin')
Spendin' money like I'm done (fucking dumb, gotta show)
Yeah, yeah
Beg (beg)
Spendin' money like I'm dumb
Bought a real top, I'm a fashion boi
Begging, yeah
(I'mma)
Spendin' money like I'm done
Doing 2 much, I'm a fashion boi, yeah
(I'on care about none, spendin' money like I'm dumb)
(I ain't doin 2 much)
(I ain't even tryin' ****)
(I ain't even tryin')
Written by: José Zapata