Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Lil Pete
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
LaPrell Dominik Gilton
Letra
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Wavy Tre
Produção
Letra
[Verse 1]
Dre
Boss up, lil' bitch, come get this money with me
Got them fives, got them tens
I got them hunnids with me
Get off your ass
Go get some money
Stop bein' broke
Ten P's, thirty bands
That's a give and go
Broke **** in his feelin's what he mad for
Is he mad about this bitch or this fat loaf?
Young **** gettin' rich
I'm doin' my thing
I ain't hidin' shit, ****
Ain't tuckin' these chains
[Verse 2]
Real ****, in your presence, let me bless you
Play your part, lil' bitch
'Fore I nix you
I ain't into savin' hoes
Ain't no rescue
Million dollar ****
Bitch, I'll finesse you
Neiman Marcus, girl retarded
Don't step on my kicks
Bape gang goin' crazy
Go check on your whip
Checkin' chicken
So you know that I'm checkin' a bitch
Took losses, now we winnin'
You know it ain't shit
[Verse 3]
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean?
Streets
You ain't really from the, fuckin' streets
Week
I've been countin' money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean?
Streets
You ain't really from the, fuckin' streets
Week
I've been countin' money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
[Verse 4]
Big dreams growin' up as a young ****
Mama told me, get the money, don't be dumb, ****
Up top, yeah that's really where I'm from, ****
Twenty shots plus thirty
That's a drum, ****
You can have these bitches
I'ma count this cash up
**** all up in my face
****, back up
High as shit
With a forty, better tag you
If she choosin'
Go and get it, you can have her
[Verse 5]
Yeah, can you tell me where the life is?
One time for my people on indictments (Dre)
Diamonds fake
You can tell it when the lights hit
**** mad and I know they ain't gon' like this
Ain't no love in these streets
Always keep your pistol and your gun in the streets
How you run with this beef?
I be countin' money in the slums with glee
[Verse 6]
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean?
Streets
You ain't really from the, fuckin' streets
Week
I've been countin' money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
Mean
Can you tell me what u really mean?
Streets
You ain't really from the, fuckin' streets
Week
I've been countin' money all week
Suckas hate me and they say they wanna off me
[Verse 7]
Off me
Yeah, they say they wanna off me
I ain't talkin' 'cause I talk cheap, ay
Yeah, they say they wanna off me
Bitch
Written by: LaPrell Dominik Gilton
