Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Yungeen Ace
Yungeen Ace
Vocals
Major Nine
Major Nine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Keyanta Bullard
Keyanta Bullard
Songwriter
Adam Pallin
Adam Pallin
Songwriter
Chad Thomas
Chad Thomas
Songwriter
Jonathan Shapiro
Jonathan Shapiro
Songwriter
Jorge Rubio
Jorge Rubio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Shipes
Johnny Shipes
Producer
Fetty
Fetty
Producer
Tomcat
Tomcat
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
1900
Producer

Tekst Utworu

I don't know, like me, I'm a, I'm a different Like I ain't finna sit 'round and be broker than a I know for a fact I'ma get mines You gotta like get that shit in blood Or I'ma run up on you 'Cause boy, I'll never be a broke, yeah Put all that aside If I'm down on my If I'm down on my, I won't ask you for I'ma get on my own, believe that 'Cause You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I always keep it real And I don't need your love, your feelings (I don't need your love) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (skrrt, pew, pew, pew) I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I'ma always keep it real No, I don't need your love, your feelings (no) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (pew, pew) I'm a rapper, I got some n- in the trap, though (trap, though) Cuttin' bricks up in the trap, the -'ll never close (it'll never close) What you know about cookin' on the stove? Ayy (stove) Fiends come knockin' on the door, ayy Feds outside, flush it all down the toilet (flush it all down the toilet) Gettin' money on this b-, street n-, he from Florida Got four or five cars, know you n- can't afford it (uh-huh) Up the pole to his face, if I want it, I extort it, ayy (beat it) Who you with? ATK with the sh- We gon' slide on your block broad day, with sticks (skrrt) Two .30 Glocks and they came with the d- It's a loud stutter sound when the K get to spittin' (grrah) All I wanna do is get money (all I wanna do is get money) Don't wanna go back to when I was bummy Big racks, I got blue money (money) You know I got it out the mud, Jumanji (Jumanji) You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I always keep it real And I don't need your love, your feelings (I don't need your love) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (skrrt, pew, pew, pew) I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I'ma always keep it real No, I don't need your love, your feelings (no) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (pew, pew) N- know I'm strapped, they can tell how I walk with it (walk with it) I'ma do you dirty if my dawg meant it (dawg meant it) Got short money and a tall sentence (uh) Beef so old, got mold in it Young nigga free, better go get it You ain't killin', why your nose in it? You ain't ridin', why you rode in it? You know we do him dirty when the pole in it I'm prayin' for my n- and my soul in it Feds know a n- played a role in it Everywhere we go, they stay patrollin' it (uh) Still got it on me, I'ma load, nigga (grr) Kilo on the stove like it's pot roast Diamonds on my dawgs and my capos (uh) Always stand tall but the top fold (huh) And the next one I get, I pray it cost more (Maybach Music) You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I always keep it real And I don't need your love, your feelings (I don't need your love) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (skrrt, pew, pew, pew) I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I'ma always keep it real No, I don't need your love, your feelings (no) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (pew, pew) Uh, okay, light way Let me hit the lights, do this the right way Wrong time but we hit him in the right place Yeah, it's gon' be a light day (uh) F- a hat, we ain't stoppin' at no four-way, no way In this whip with 'bout four Ks Big dreams make 'em distinct I gotta kill 'cause my family gon' miss me I went to college but I made hood history (yeah) My dawg duckin', say you gotta put a d- on it Like a bad kid, you better put a switch on it He a freak, put on that loop, put a b- on him Got a compact Rolls, won't kick on me And I'm always touchin' money, fuck a broke n- I'd rather hang with them h- 'cause they be - You won't see me in no pic 'cause I don't know n- MMG 'til they put me in the floor, n- (oh) You know I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I always keep it real And I don't need your love, your feelings (I don't need your love) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (skrrt, pew, pew, pew) I'ma always get some money, can't be a broke (be a broke) You know I'ma always keep it real No, I don't need your love, your feelings (no) I had slid on your block, me and four killers (pew, pew)
Writer(s): Chad Thomas, Keyanta Bullard, Adam Pallin, Jonathan Shapiro, William Roberts, Jorge Rubio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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