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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tracy T
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracy Richardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deundraeus Portis
Producer
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Turn him to a boss from a worker
Told him I can help him before I hurt em
They got in the way while we was running
Yea **** I jump over hurdles
I ain’t never stop for a bitch
I ain’t never stop for a ****
Can’t stop when you on go
We the suspect not the victim
Lil hit head with the pistol
Turnt him to a cold blooded killer
Dodging haters and the police
2 fingers it ain’t no peace
Told the bitch meet me at the top
Ima take her to the nose bleed
[Nah don’t Take em to high
Nah nah don’t take em to high]
Bring her back down Ima ground her
Got her going up off a downer
Ima king baby gotta crown him
On a circus **** can’t clown him
I don’t want nothing but the paper money
Counter still on the counter
[Yea and ima make yo bitch count all the money and it aint gone be a dime or a dollar short
Ya understand what I’m sayin]
Yea baby count the money naked
I might put some carats in ya necklace
She my trap queen got Feddi
Gas her up I go unleaded
Damn Tracy you a lil ****
How you make em see the bigger picture
Like Big Homie G said talk to the bank not the pillow
Look alive you ain’t gotta squint
I just pulled a hundred out da trench
Yea **** pocket full of money
These **** pockets full of lint
Everything came it was ment
Make a stand up **** sit
Yea like a brick in the blender
**** ima put em in the mix
New crib full of dog shit
Bought a 10 thousand dollar frenchie
Fell asleep working on the stove
Had to put a bed in the kitchen
[Nah foreal **** sit in that kitchen all day **** aint fall asleep in the bedroom I feel asleep in the kitchen
Cause dats where the money go
Dats where the money come and go
Dats where we count the money
That’s where the work go
That’s where everything at
So if you in dat kitchen its a problem]
Written by: Tracy Richardson