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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jmoney
Jmoney
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremiah Jenkins
Jeremiah Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremiah Jenkins
Jeremiah Jenkins
Producer

歌詞

Girl, I love you like you was the one
On my waist I be tuckin' my gun
Bustin' it like I be shootin' for fun get me high, I be smokin' on runts
We be slidin, you know it's a vibe
We be slidin, you knowin' it's lit
Fuck a vest, I be touchin' his eyes Need a strap, how I'm drivin' the whip
Rollin' up, I could be higher than flies
Don't touch, you'll be in the sky
I got the munchies, I need me some fries
Don't call me, bae, I'm with the guys
With the guys, I be smokin' on gas
With the Glock, I be dumpin' them fast
Got him sick, better throw him a mask
Fuck the fame, I be chasin' a bag
Fuck the bag, I be dumpin' the Glock
That's the reason you hearin' them shots
Fuck chest, I be aimin' for thoughts
You a cap, boy, you might as well stop
With the money, I'm makin' it quick I'm goin' up and it's makin' him sick
That's the reason I'm keepin' the stick
I got a girl, I don't trust no bitch
I got a girl, I don't trust no hoe
Pickin' it up, it was put on the floor
Lil' bitch, I'm talkin' money
No cap, he a fuckin' dummy
Get him wrapped up like a fuckin' mummy
Get you a bag, I'll be in my duffy
Roll another one, got me feelin' lonely Sike bitch, I be chillin' with the homies
No cap, I be chillin' with gang Never lack, cause I'm lettin' it bang
Fuck the weed, I be rollin' the pain
That's the only thing keepin' me sane
Please don't say my government name
Shit go left like I'm takin' the lane
Rhythm bitch, wanna cry in the rain
Changing states, I be grabbin' a plane
VVS, I just be rockin' the chain
If he touch it, I'm clappin' his brain
On the shirt, I'ma make him a stain
Whole plate, I ain't talkin' no grain
I'm a big dawg, can't fuck with no lame
Big nug, I be smokin' on bang
Level up, cause I'm playin' the what?
Level up, cause I'm playin' the game
Ops soft, just keep it a stack
Big dawg, got him runnin' like cats
He be lyin, we poppin' his hat
Red tracer, be droppin' the scat
We gon' lay him down flat
Cause he puttin' his trust in a rat
I be cuttin' grass whack
So I don't get a hole in my back
How the fuck is you duckin' the switch?
Why the fuck is you cuffin' the bitch?
Give him perk, cause he havin' a itch
If we talkin, on gang we can hit
We a spin til it's makin us sick
Drag race, we be takin' the slip
With the money, I'm makin' it what?
With the money, I'm makin' it quick
Written by: Jeremiah Jenkins
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