クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yogi Calhoon
Rap
Cousin' Fik
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerell wiley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L Fingaz
Producer
歌詞
Yeah, man, yo, get Calhoun for the record, man, your girlfriend's favorite rapper, the neighborhood's favorite trapper, man
I told the bitch, look, man, hey, don't fire me before you hire me. I need somebody that's gonna retire me, you hear me
Shopping sprees in Belize, imagine that. Exploded keys on jet skis, imagine that
In Las Vegas making green, imagine that. In Santorini, wine and cheese, imagine that
In Dubai looking fly, imagine that. In Amsterdam getting high, imagine that
In Jamaica in July, imagine that. Champagne in the sky, imagine that
You can ask about me, baby, I've been a player. Catch me top down with something that look like Zendaya
Mouthpiece A1, I should run for mayor. All I do is spit game, I'm an educator
If she down on her luck, I'm a motivator. My paint all candy, my seat's alligator
I was riding Benz, she was riding Navigator. I put my number in her phone, told her call me later
My game good, I can show you how to get your paper. Watch, got more colors than a pack of life savers
Save your money right now so we can save you later. I'll be running all night like a generator
I got several different furs, all different flavors. The only way I go is up, I'm an elevator
I ain't the type to lend a hand and bring it up later. I'm a dream maker and a bag chaser
Shopping sprees in Belize, imagine that. Exploded keys on jet skis, imagine that
In Las Vegas making grids, imagine that. In Sassarini, wine and cheese, imagine that
In Dubai looking fly, imagine that. In Amsterdam getting high, imagine that
In Jamaica in July, imagine that. Champagne in the sky, imagine that
You not waking up a hater, imagine that. Like that rash on your back, how I'm having scratch
I'm a big dog, and you just an average cat. My neck hit the running man, my wrist hit the cabbage patch
You can have it back, I'm relaxed in a Cadillac. Zaza got me tacked in some Thrax, and it's dipped in wax
Me smoking blacks, plotting jacks, you ain't got no racks
Lying in your ass, me and yo, we be spitting facts
Indulge in leads, overseas, over chauffer sheets. Focused on the cheese, yes indeed, make a whole believe
Hoisted on the beach or in the snow, moving on some skis
I be out of reach, imagine me moving slow, bitch, please
Shopping sprees in Belize, imagine that. Exploded keys on jet skis, imagine that
In Las Vegas making green, imagine that. In Santorini, wine and cheese, imagine that
In Dubai looking fly, imagine that. In Amsterdam getting high, imagine that
In Jamaica in July, imagine that. Champagne in the sky, imagine that
Imagine that
Don't come out
Wheels up, jack
We'll be back
Written by: Jerell wiley