Video musicale
Video musicale
Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jakob John Robinson
Songwriter
Lerenzo Martin King
Songwriter
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Testi
Ah
Man you know what we on
I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these ****
AH
Big BSF Huh
I made this shit look good this shit really ugly though
Uh they gon say the money changed me
But I'ma say the haters did it
I watched them suckers bend the rules
But what I do forgave them ****
Makin movies I played the villain
Shake n' move and makin millions
Money callin my line beeping
I had to tell em to wait a minute Uh
Phillipe steak from table scraps
I don't like we're making raps
Enough dough saved up that
I can pay the label back
Overseas tourin I'm staying at a Paris Hilton
Then a few weeks later a **** ran into Paris Hilton
I made cocaine aroma smoke
We never got diplomas though
The President that making drugs legal
That's who I'm voting for
You know BSF the stamp ****
These killers uncontrollable
The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables
S-class the new one to model
Pillows in the back and the rug so soft
Can't wear yo shoes when we riding
I'm used to beef all they do is some hollows
Keep playing
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles
It's Butch ****
He got a problem
Well let's get to the bottom
I'm pulling up five goons in a Tahoe
I'm finna do him up awful
And plus this popper on me partner
If I let a shot go Uh
Hollows enter you
The exit wound gon be big as potholes
As a adolescent I was in your cribo
Like Bruh Man from the 5th floor
I wiggled in through the window
I'm loaded and locked in
Might topple your top ten
Product of my environment
You see what the block did Uh
Made a habit to have it for all the addicts
Don't got cheese I'll take the change
But he gon wait till I count it
**** rapping like bosses
But was never involved
If rap detectives asking questions
He confessing it all
Mr. A1 Beanz
The seasoned vet
My competition John Cena
I ain't seen them yet
It's twenty P's up in the trunk
And we ain't smoking no reefer
If money the root of evil
I'm mean as a school teacher ****
Late night baggin up I got a sale
It's probably short
I'm weighing up without a scale
I'm on the block
Like I'm droppin off mail
They got the homie
I just hope that he don't tell
Late night baggin up I got a sale
It's probably short
I'm weighing up without a scale
I'm on the block
Like I'm droppin off mail
They got the homie
I just hope that he don't - uh look
Written by: Jakob John Robinson, Jeremie Pennick, Lerenzo Martin King
