クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pepijn Benjamin Edelman
Songwriter
Giorgio Leandro Booij
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DXRKWRLD
Producer
Pavlobeatz
Producer
siemvdmbeats
Producer
歌詞
Hold it down when it crumble down, it ain't even really that deep
All the loyalty you talkin' bout, I don't think that you know what that mean
Phone buzzin don't ya call me now, leave a message at the beep
Heard all that shit, that was sweet, they ain't bout a bag I can't speak
Feel it burn, third degree
Hold down the money, don't tweak, they don't wanna see you succeed
Roll up, I pour up, I'm geeked, they never knew what it could be
They don't wanna see you succeed
Hold down the money, don't tweak,
I'm rollin' yeah I'm off the leash
Ho watch ya tone when ya speak, yeah, they ain't talkin' to me, yeah
****, I'll leave ya deceased, watch how I turn to the boss, yeah
We're the ones doin' the most, really could put your bitch on
You know that shit never sweet
Hold it down when it crumble down, it ain't even really that deep
All the loyalty you talkin' bout, I don't think that you know what that mean
Phone buzzin don't ya call me now, leave a message at the beep
Heard all that shit, that was sweet, they ain't bout a bag I can't speak
Yeah, and she bout as bad as can be yeah, breakin' her back like a creep
She love when a **** T.D., if you ain't bout a bag, she don't need you
They ain't lit as they makin' it seem, if you ain't bout a bag, you should leave, yeah
Get it by any means
Baby, we playin' for keeps, you know it come with a fee
Can point at a hoe that I need, can point at a **** like me
You know that shit never sweet, you know that shit never sweet
You know that shit never sweet
You know that shit never sweet
Hold it down when it crumble down, it ain't even really that deep
All the loyalty you talkin' bout, I don't think that you know what that mean
Phone buzzin don't ya call me now, leave a message at the beep
Heard all that shit, that was sweet, they ain't bout a bag I can't speak
Be quiet, you makin' a scene, tended to all of your needs
Suckin' me dry like a leech
Baby this ain't for the weak
Tell me what else do you need
Shit gettin' hard to believe
Written by: Giorgio Leandro Booij, Pepijn Benjamin Edelman
