クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cootie
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randarius caruthers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heavy
Engineer
歌詞
Boy, your diamonds don't hit hard like this That cash you got ain't large as this
Your cars don't go as fast as this one.2 mil, you add to shit
Old school, all four wheels on gold Algerian, you ain't bold as this
All my hitters trained to go on gold You don't want smoke with this
Wake up, I pick up a bag The shit you save, I blow this shit
Yo-ho, M-I-D, I'm tryna link Can't even control your bitch
Racks on me can barely fit Big Drake, big clip, I never miss
Separate me from the rest Real life, I really live this shit
I'm really, get money You see it, I run it
These **** ain't fuckin' with me, I'm being honest
They ain't even touch the hunnid Run through your bag on the weekend
That shit you flashin' ain't even no money
I blow this shit at the Dodge game, not on my level
I'm way out your budget, it's none I just pull out the old school to remind em
I had a carbon 15 right beside me Earlier paid a hunnid for a line
In the junk suit with two chains full of diamonds
They see me out, they get the high No, I got more work than the assignment
Throw on this AP and fuck up the climate Smokin' on prison, y'all smokin' on Simon
It's me, you smokin, don't want you beside me
Got shooters beside me, every Glock you see got bodies
More ice than hockey, J's highs, Whitney, Bobby
Your bitch head sloppy, I'm Trap God, they watch me
Boy, your diamonds don't hit hard like this That cash you got ain't large as this
Your cars don't go as fast as this one.2 mil, you ask the shit
Old school, all four wheels on gold Algerian, you ain't bold as this
All my hitters trained to go on gold You don't want smoke with this
Written by: Randarius caruthers