クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
Enrest Adams
Enrest Adams
Composer
Danyal Sarwar Ahmed
Danyal Sarwar Ahmed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ej Beats
Ej Beats
Producer
Soldado
Soldado
Producer

歌詞

[Intro]
Yeah
(Thanks for the gift, E)
[Chorus]
We up one when them switches rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming, your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack, your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you out, ****, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up, tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy, just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way, I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if they ain't never had no method
[Verse 1]
In my ride, ain't no question, I'm forever stepping
Legend in my hood and I'm the richest in my section
And we got work in the alley and got sticks in the next crib
Two for five thousand on the drank, got my neck lit
We street ****
**** can't hang around the gang, they wanna beef with us
Let them boys promote my name, they can keep dissing
I put a bag on my mans, this a flea flicker
So much work in the crib, I need three kitchens
Three bitches keep kissing 'cause I'm me, ****
John Cena in the Patek, I can't see ****
These hoes hate the way I live, I can't keep bitches
We gon' keep smackin' heads, they gon' keep missing
[Chorus]
We up one when them switches rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming, your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack, your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you out, ****, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up, tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy, just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way, I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if they ain't never had no method
[Verse 2]
'Cause they holding up
You in the crib, it's your fault that you broke as fuck
I got this trophy out the mud, so I hold it up
These bitches wanna fuck a thug 'cause they know I'm up
Throwing C's in the air, she say she know I'm cuz
She know I bust, I let bad bitches roll my blunts
This shit ain't nothin', buy a purse just to hide my gun
I go slide for fun, deep, then I ride with drums
Spin again just in case you survive off one
You ain't like my watch plain, it's your fault it got bust
You was playing on Instagram, it's your fault you got touched
Switched up for a chain, it's your fault you not us
Brought your bitch around the gang, it's your fault she got fucked, Easy Money
[Chorus]
We up one when them switches rain down on your set
See them dark clouds coming, your fault you got wet
Your fault you why you lack, your fault you got splat
Your fault they stomped you out, ****, slatt, get back
Turned our ARs up, tell 'em we don't do no TEC
You survive from this fully, boy, just take it as a blessing
Took some L's down the way, I had to take it as a lesson
Never show them boys a way if they ain't never had no method
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Danyal Sarwar Ahmed, Enrest Adams
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