Video musicale
Video musicale
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blacc Zacc
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blacc Zacc
Songwriter
Testi
[Verse 1]
Aye, designers and diamonds, my bitch all the finest
I went to the jewellers and I changed the climate
Came out the money like a diamond in the rough
You get shot up just for thinking you tough
**** want beef but we beefing for what?
Is it 'bout a hoe? Hope it ain't 'bout no slut
Either way, ****, let's run and step up
This shit come with money so I don't give no fuck
Shout out my plug, he turn me up
Shout out my ex, she ate me up
I come from the area where we ran it up
Send it FedEx, send it through cuz
Upgraded from the lean and the pills
Graduated, without no plug on the field
Free my ****, he need him an appeal
I send no green dots 'cause I'm keeping it trill
[Verse 2]
Feelin' hood rich when I'm out in the hills
Don't sip no more but I still drip and spill
Text my mama said that we worth a mill
Got my mama thinkin' I signed a deal
I'm from the four, bitch, I'm givin' her hope
Come to my city, I'll supply all the dope
That pack come insured, got that shit off the boat
Don't eat chicken no more 'cause I am a goat
[Verse 3]
Real dope boy, half a million dollars on me right now in the hood rockin' Fila
I'ma get that money, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it like knee-high
All blue hunnids, all hunnids, all hunnids, all hunnids, **** hatin', and I see why
Neck like cooler, ****, don't do it, real shooters got guns like T.I., hey
[Verse 4]
I'm gettin' money, ain't no time to play
Sonny draw down, put that K to his face
Pull up in Benz's, pull off in a Wraith
Like a bulldozer, don't get in my way
Shooters, got a couple choppers with a Ruger (Ruger)
Put a hundred grand on your medulla ('Dulla)
Spend a whole million with the jeweller (Jeweller?)
These **** think they cold but I'm cooler
Stop with the flex, boy your diamonds ain't wet
I got this, all hustle, I ain't seen no rap check
Ain't chasing no bitches, I'm chasing the check
My hoe think I'm cheating, ain't got time for sex
I hopped on the jet had to squeeze in some head
When touch down, I'ma count me some bread
Count the bag in and take one to the head
Walk on the stage, give it all that I can
[Verse 5]
Real dope boy, half a million dollars on me right in the hood rockin' Fila
I'ma get that moiney, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it like knee high
All blue hunnids, all hunnids, all hunnids, all hunnids, **** hatin' and I see why
Neck like cooler, **** don't do it, real shooters got guns like T.I., hey
[Verse 6]
Like a bulldozer, don't get in my way
Feelin' hood rich when I'm out in the hills
Don't sip no more but I still drip and spill
Got my mama thinkin' I signed a deal
Don't eat chicken no more 'cause I am a goat
Written by: Blacc Zacc


