Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Rodriguez
Songwriter
Leonard Newton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leonard Newton
Producer
Letra
Yeah
Yeah
Uhhhh
Uhhhh
Yea yea yea
Bari pour that 4
Ima roll that fuckin 8
Ima pop that pilly
**** i cant feel my face
I might fuck these hoes
But i don't take them out on dates
Yea I might fly you in
But ima send you on yo
What what
What what
Yea i might fly you in
But ima send you on yo way
Playin with my kids
**** i don't kid and play
It cost to be the boss
Yea thats the price you gotta
What what
What what
It cost to be the boss
Yea thats the price you gotta pay
Put a price up on yo head
**** from a different state
My youngin do that shit for free
Man i aint gotta
What what
What what
My youngin do that shit for free
Man i aint gotta pay
I told man my money comin
I dont make it wait
Aint talkin planet fitness
When i say im pushing weight
Knew this shit was coming
Didn't care how long it take
Duble R the mutha fuckin
Mutha fuckin Great
What What
What
They say its really love
When know its really hate
Telling me its real
When i know its really fake
See i been eating good
They want some food up off my
What what
What what
See i been eating good
They want some food up off my Plate
Gone for a minute
Had to hit the 2 n 1
Bitch ima savage
Like my name was 21
Do this shit for real
I dont do this shit for fun
Catchem in the alley
Betta run ricky
What what
What what
Catchem in the alley
Betta run ricky run
Do this shit for real
I don't do this shit for fun
Gone for a minute
Had to hit the 2 n
What what
What what
Don't play with my money ****
Don't play with my funds
Bitch i die for mine
I don't do this shit for none
Trappin in that night
And i aint come in till dat
What what
What what
Trappin in that night
And i aint come in till dat sun
Caught one of them opps
I had to get rid of that gun
Catchem in that alley
Better run ricky
Run
Written by: Roberto Rodriguez
