Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Salvation Ladep-Nandang
Songwriter
Songteksten
Simple
What you won't do for that cash
I was on the road moving real fast
Foot was like brick on that gas
I needed racks
Hands off the wheel cause I needed to ash
Almost did crash
Got a few bands started thinking bout ass
I lost the GUAP faster than I made that shit back
Staying in my lane cause my pace is like on the racetrack
Hustle because I was born to ball got a knack
Guap or green bitch I always got a sack
I been at my best at my worst on my back
Ambition is the one thing a **** didn't lack
Life was cold wasn't giving no slack
Working on myself didn't know no hack
I was on on my own all my options they were black
It was right then me myself made a pact
Stayed down for a lil then my plans start to crack
How Tf a **** watch himself from being whack
To running it up off a play running back
Type of **** hide a whole mansion in a shack
Turn into a grizzly interference just a snack
Get moneys only option
If he ain't got resources then that **** only talking
One thing I put ov r the gas
What's that's feeling better than you getting ass
It's a thrill especially when getting fast
Life's appealing when you got a lil cash
**** talk all that shit behind the back
It's contagious watch for when your **** slack
Jealous people hurt my heart ice pac
All the **** now round me got a stack
Bitch for balling you know wolf mane got a knack
How Tf is **** ok being in lack
Used to broke shit ain't have no similac
I be eating like a fucking silverback
Mediocre wolf no it's never that
Find a hundred different ways get to the sack
Written by: Salvation Ladep-Nandang

