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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Bailey
Kenneth Bailey
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Willie Byrd
Willie Byrd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will-A-Fool
Will-A-Fool
Producer

Letra

I know a better day comin', no love if you ain't worsin' We workin' outchea, you hear me? Nigga goddamn motherfucker That's hard, follow me (can't play around) Thought that I could come back with that raw and I had came back robbing Caught love with her bitch but it didn't hurt me none' at all Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm I'ma stack this paper up again like I've never done I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now I put the city on my back and I can't let 'em down Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down I know some days I didn't have it, I can t play around They like Scooter where you been? Bitch I been sellin' raw My nigga VL keep that stick like he playin' lacrosse I lost a mil and got it back, can't take another loss All that juggin' and finessin', made myself a boss I got twenty gold chains, I feel better now I got three kids, three thousand haters, I can't play around I know you wrap about the bricks but can you wrap a brick? These niggas really entertainers 'cause they ain't sold shit Man, it's a cold city, we got cocaine Thunderstorm, it's rainin' bricks, we don't get rain And I'ma stack this money like I've never done I karate chop a brick like I'm Daniel-san Come back with that raw and I had came back robbing Caught love with her bitch but it didn't hurt me none' at all Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm I'ma stack this paper up again like I've never done I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now I put the city on my back and I can't let 'em down Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down I know some days I didn't have it, I can t play around Jugghouse, nothin' but cash around Lay that down, nigga lay that down Jugghouse, nothin' but players around If I'm around then bring some pounds around I got ghosts, they don't make a sound Until you hear that chopper sound, you on the ground My diamonds wetter than the ocean, yours are pronounced All I do is count, get money in large amounts If you in the streets then watch out for the triple cross 'Cause I done seen niggas' mamas take they ass off I got spots and in my house I got a pack Count music, give the streets what they ask for Lord I can come back with that raw and I had came back robbing Caught love with her bitch but it didn't hurt me none' at all Man I stayed working through a hard rain and thunderstorm I'ma stack this paper up again like I've never done I got these rose gold jewels, I feel better now I put the city on my back and I can't let 'em down Go get that semi-automatic and I lay you down I know some days I didn't have it, I can't play around Scooter Cocaina Word Three bands The lesson coke city Held up
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Willie Jerome Byrd, Kenneth Bailey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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