Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
J. Cole
Vocais
Young Nudy
Vocais
Kal Banx
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
J. Cole
Composição
Quantavious T. Thomas
Composição
Kedrick Cannady
Composição
Chase Rose
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Pyrex
Produção
Juro "Mez" Davis
Engenharia (mixagem)
Chase Rose
Produção
Joe LaPorta
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
[Verse 1]
Pyrex whipper
**** want smoke
**** want smoke I want it too
Mm, **** want, mm
**** want, mm
(Chase the money, chase the money)
[Verse 2]
**** want smoke, I want it too
Roses are red, but diamonds are blue
Pockets is green, a permanent hue
My **** get work like assignments is due
Just made a mil', I counted it once
I think I gon' spread it around in the slums
Two-six God, that where I'm from
And we get used to the sound of the drum
[Verse 3]
Rolls Royce ridin' down Sunset
I must get a crib in LA
Fuck a **** finna tell me
Catch 'em slippin', Cinderelly
Big ass chopper make God flinch
Duckin' from the boys in the field
Just as good as poison with the steel
Hesitation always gets you killed, ****
[Verse 4]
I wanna pop my shit, I wanna cop my whip in cash
On that note, pull up on them folks
In an all black Ghost like Christmas past
Vicious ass, low-key rich
With the same outfit that I did just have
Pardon the smoke, that's just my staff
Quick stop, never seen this much gas, ****
[Verse 5]
I got a story to tell ya
To speak for **** who never could speak for they self
I was off Cumberland Row when a couple of ****
Mistook me for somebody else
I put the pedal to metal, when I seen the muzzle
I couldn't help but think to myself
Boy, keep yo ass in the house
This city is bad for your health
[Verse 6]
**** want smoke, I want it too
Roses are red, but diamonds are blue
Pockets is green, a permanent hue
My **** get work like assignments is due
Just made a mil', I counted it once
I think I gon' spread it around in the slums
Two-six God, that where I'm from
And we get used to the sound of the drum
[Verse 7]
Rolls Royce ridin' down Sunset
I must get a crib in LA
Fuck a **** finna tell me
Catch 'em slippin', Cinderelly
Big ass chopper make God flinch
Duckin' from the boys in the field
Just as good as poison with the steel
Hesitation always gets you killed, ****
[Verse 8]
Pull up on yo' block, ain't no hesitation
Hit you with the stick, tryna run, you ain't gon' make it
Whole lot of money on your head, gotta take it
Roll through your hood like some dice we gon' shake its
Bitch turnt up in the spot booty shakin'
I like that bitch gettin' naked
Fuck for the money, she crazy
Paradise East, from the bricks, yeah, they made me
**** wanna hate, get money, sound crazy
Shit bankroll, I ain't never big face
Bread in your face make a motherfucker hate
Whole lot of money make you wanna come take
I'm in the hood where the shit ain't safe
It's okay, got a Glock, AK
**** try to play, I'ma hit him in they face
[Verse 9]
**** want smoke, I want it too
Roses are red, but diamonds are blue
Pockets is green, a permanent hue
My **** get work like assignments is due
Just made a mill', I counted it once
I think I gon' spread it around in the slums
Two-six God, that where I'm from
And we get used to the sound of the drum
[Verse 10]
Rolls Royce ridin' down Sunset
I must get a crib in LA
Fuck a **** finna tell me
Catch 'em slippin', Cinderelly
Big ass chopper make God flinch
Duckin' from the boys in the field
Just as good as poison with the steel
Hesitation always gets you killed ****
Written by: Jermaine Cole, Quantavious Thomas, Kedrick Cannady, Chase Rose
