クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Zay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Jacobs
Songwriter
Mikayel Varosyan
Songwriter
Zaleon Bailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashJayy
Producer
ProdByKayn
Producer
歌詞
(Cash walked down on the beat hard, uh)
Woah, woah
Ayy, pass me a lighter, lil' bruh
Yeah, let's go
Ayy, let's keep it real, I'm different from **** (I'm different from ****)
Really don't need a deal, been havin' six figures (On God)
Been gettin' money, this shit ain't no issue (This shit ain't no issue)
You lovin' the ho, she eat dick off the gristle (Yeah)
I'm stuffin' dick in the thot, I can't kiss her
When she givin' top, blow the bitch like a whistle (On God)
I'm in the back of the Benz countin' skrilla
If I ain't rappin', I'm somewhere dealin' (I'm dealin', I'm dealin')
Yeah, I'm scammin and trappin', I made me a killin' (I made me a killin')
****, get in yo' bag, get the fuck out your feelings (Get the fuck out your feelings)
**** stay on the 'net, we really be spinnin' (We spinnin', we spinnin')
Ain't tryna beef with no ****
I'ma go run up a check and I'm runnin' this bitch through the ceiling (Through the ceiling)
****, they know we up next
I ain't really been rappin', I still be the GOAT of my city (On God)
I got my city to watch, I got time today
Ayy, I just switched up my bitch, I got time to waste (I got time to waste)
Ayy, just jumped out the bed, 'bout to go catch a play
I keep a pretty lil' bitch let me nut on her face (Let me nut on her face, woah)
Rich-ass ****, mix designer with the Js (Mix designer with the Js)
Been on a race to that money, ain't no comin' first place (Comin' first today)
Pourin' up Tris, keep this shit by the cage (Keep this shit by the cage)
Fell in love with the drank, steady pourin' up eights (Steady pourin' up eights)
**** be duckin' the smoke (Duckin' the smoke)
It ain't no duckin', we comin' front door (We comin' front door)
I drop the bag, it's a tag on his toe (On God)
I cut his throat, told him come back with his head (Woah)
Then I'ma give him some more (Then I'ma give him some more)
That's three in a row
We wipe a **** nose, we uppin' the store (We uppin' the score)
My **** on go (On God)
Big-ass AR, it fold like some clothes (It fold like, yeah)
I keep gettin' dumber and dumber (Dumber and dumber)
Spendin' that money like this shit ain't nothin' (Like this shit ain't nothin', spendin' a bag)
Yeah, just made me another hundred, half of you **** still ain't done it (Broke-ass ****, y'all **** still ain't done it)
Yeah, wrappin' them bricks like a mummy
Came in Monday, they gone by Sunday (They gone by Sunday, they gone by Sunday)
I do the dash in the Track', I be gunnin' (I be gunnin')
I ain't stoppin' for police, you know I gon' run it (Skrrt)
Yeah, let's go
Yeah, let's go
Ayy, let's keep it real, I'm different from ****
Really don't need a deal, been havin' six figures
Been gettin' money, this shit ain't no issue (This shit ain't no issue)
You lovin' the ho, she eat dick off the gristle
I'm stuffin' dick in the thot, I can't kiss her
When she givin' top, blow the bitch like a whistle
I'm in the back of the Benz countin' skrilla (Woah)
If I ain't rappin', I'm somewhere dealin' (On God)
Yeah, I'm scammin and trappin', I made me a killin' (A killin')
****, get in yo' bag, get the fuck out your feelings (Get the fuck out)
**** stay on the 'net, we really be spinnin' (We spinnin', we spinnin')
Ain't tryna beef with no ****
I'ma go run up a check and I'm runnin' this bitch through the ceiling (Through the ceiling)
****, they know we up next
I ain't really been rappin', I still be the GOAT of my city (On God)
Fuck you **** talkin' 'bout, ****?
Frrt, frrt, frrt, phew, phew, huh
Written by: Joshua Jacobs, Mikayel Varosyan, Zaleon Bailey