クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drae Sativ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Blose
Songwriter
Kgoshi Mathekga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyoshi
Producer
歌詞
Don't even care about why would I talk Ain't about bread, not why would I walk
We talkin' bout straight to the max, my bread never fall
I can't even talk bout it, shit gets chillin' and ain't no way for the fall
Look at the bags that I bought I got my racks, you can stand across
If I got the glitter on the top, I'm the boss But look at that player that I caught
Said I took a flight outta here, no charge Now the NC help me finesse for the flop
That's a boy from La Rossa, I'm pickin' them up
Straight to the mall, ain't no top-dog drop
Pickin' up all the men, told them big I'm the boss
Hundred inch straight cause I play my part
Can't fuck the image up, I love the art
I fuck with the freaks, get rich by far
I got out on the bricks, I ain't playin' no part
In the town of Valencia, I'm droppin' the bomb
Don't pull up on me when I'm beatin' the heart
Turn, turn, take a look at that player I caught
Twenty more that's a player in my heart
Got the wire, they been chasin' our bond
You can feel it, catch my song
Get it through with your thoughts, we armed
These packs that I got cost a leg and a arm
Written by: Kgoshi Mathekga, William Blose