クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Bellamy
Songwriter
歌詞
(Scrubbymane on the track)
Now I'm back on my bullshit
Tryna get my money right on some cool shit
Walkin' in with some different drip, I got new fits
Walkin' in to heat the summer up, I got new hits
Patty wack, give a bitch a bone, I got new tricks
Choppa really give out clean cut with these new clips
Real recognize real, we like blue strips
If you hating, I don't give a fuck, I'm a nuisance
Dummy, what, you **** thought I stopped rapping?
You tryna boss you life up, ****, stop cappin'
Talk a lot just to hype you up, don't see no action
Got no heart, got no sympathy, ain't got no passion
Ayy, not a movie watcher, I don't like acting
Tryna get rich like Roddy, don't need high fashion
And you gon' keep on going broke, you let time passing
Fuck standing, bitch I'm dancing on business like I'm Mike Jackson
Ayy, fuck friends, I don't need favors
Same hoes talkin' shit turned to real haters
**** really minor threats, bitch, I'm too major
Brody really 'bout that, he down to give a good taper
Guap climbing to the top, don't need no safety
I see the hate from all around, you **** don't phase me
And from the cradle to the grave **** won't change me
Middle fingers up, fuck the world, feel like Slim Shady
I'm top 5, I don't see me being last
New year, new wave, new motion for the cash
I'll never be run on E while I'm chasing for the bag
Bitch, I need the whole plate, give me millions for my stash
You a dummy if you switch on me, an easy way to crash
Tryna ball for 3 summers, gotta up the money fast
2 feet in this music, ain't the type to put in halves
1 goofy out yo' crew, bitch, you the clown of yo' class
Keep the money high and ****, keep yo' head low
Smile on my face 'cause I'm shitting on these hos
Who the fuck am I if I ain't really gettin' dough?
Yo' bitch is really not yours if she quick to pick yo' bro
Need a Presi, don't care 'bout the time though
Hit her from the back, watch her eyes roll
Shoot a motion picture like a slide show
I'm on ten toes, stand on shit with these white lows, Lani Worrld
Written by: David Bellamy