Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Melachi Miller
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Melachi Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havinamo
Producer
Testi
I'll rather the money than love
I hope that i get out the trenches
Rapping on beats Brodie tell me I'm gifted
I'm cooking up and I don't need a kitchen
She tried to curve now she in my mentions
Tryna act like we cool but i feel the tension
I just let em throw shade cause I'm still gone shine
If I get mad a **** a just might die
G2C and it hold about a dime
Fell in love with this bitch cause she way to fine
I get caught with this gun then i'm doing my time
No tears in the trap just war on my mind
Freedom on the line I'm still gone risk it
Rather be with you but you be on that kid shit
We get in a fight you act like you ain't did shit
Love you too death but I'm not with that myst shit
You ain't hold me down when it came to the grind
Now you want a spot after wasting my time
Don't call me bitch i'ma auto decline
I got our memories stuck in my head
We was attached like some god damn dreads
Now i lay alone when i lay in my bed
I cook a new track up like a dish
Rap don't work off drugs get rich
Fresh out of jail still take that risk
I'm popping out with racks on me
My new bitch put the cat on me
Bow bow keep the gat on me
Stay on alert ain't no lacking on me
Police and opps plotting on me
Im addictive like drugs baby don't ode
My dick long she say i go so deep
Start fucking her mouth and she don't use teeth
Oh shawty a squirter she wet up the sheets
Used to be my bitch but now i got a new one
Caught a hit with this gun now i need a new one
Written by: Melachi Miller