Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Kevin McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodtdogg
Producer
Songteksten
For some reason I ain't convinced
Think some people be taking the piss
Can't believe they whole gang be rich
What you mean man you breaking your wrist
Say he a demon ain't made a difference
I can see they ain't making the list
Bag your cheese up and bank your chips
If it was up to me I'd be changing up shit, and that's it
For some reason I ain't convinced
Think some people be taking the piss
Can't believe they whole gang be rich
What you mean man you breaking your wrist
Say he a demon ain't made a difference
I can see they ain't making the list
Bag your cheese up and bank your chips
If it was up to me I'd be changing up shit, and that's it
Back on my Atlantis shit
I clean up the scene like a handkerchief
Then heat up the green like a candlestick
They deep in a dream and can't handle shit
Don't be sleeping on the kid put down the cannabis
Got you reaching for the liquor in the cabinet
Even preachers falling victim to the savages
I can't beat around with business 'cause it's bad for it
Yeah, yeah
Feel like Gunna road runner to a space cadet
Want my own plunder cold tundra on my face and neck
Grind like no other on my mother gotta chase a check
Try your luck to put the youngin under that's a waste of breath
Finding it no wonder that the money for the spending
Tryna double it or nothing that's two hundred in percentage
I was running into trouble like the struggle never ending
Now I'm coming with some muscle and the hustle been relentless
For some reason I ain't convinced
Think some people be taking the piss
Can't believe they whole gang be rich
What you mean man you breaking your wrist
Say he a demon ain't made a difference
I can see they ain't making the list
Bag your cheese up and bank your chips
If it was up to me I'd be changing up shit, and that's it
I ain't bout to play no games
Say they causing drama but it ain't no thang
I ain't tryna slang no cane
But I got marijuana by the bag okay
I ain't never paid for plays
And still I got 'em all up on a wave no way
I ain't really chasing fame
But I want all the commas make the gang get paid
I'm putting on a show for my chick like it's Netflix
Get drunk hit the dro I got zips of the best shit
Can trust I know the code I ain't tripping I ain't stressing
Put a hunnit in the pole teach his bitch ass a lesson
On God, no cap, no fronting, no faking
That's that what's what, run it up and get the paper, oh
Now they mad I'm getting money, why you hating
It ain't nothing to a player it's just what a youngin made for, oh
For some reason I ain't convinced
Think some people be taking the piss
Can't believe they whole gang be rich
What you mean man you breaking your wrist
Say he a demon ain't made a difference
I can see they ain't making the list
Bag your cheese up and bank your chips
If it was up to me I'd be changing up shit, and that's it
Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald

