Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fmb Dz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fmb Dz
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Muhfuckers talkin' down, they don't wanna see me win
Yeah, I know about them 'ills
Took a couple to the chin
Big money la familia
You were right, ****, I smell you
Ain't shit that I can't do
Still disrespect my juice
[Verse 2]
Stack this money like a Jew
Talkin' 'ills, I need a few
Shit, my mama want a coupe
Animal, I need a zoo
Several hunnid for my shoe
Leave a **** by the edge, you
Throw some shots at him, he through
Throw some more at him like, ooh
See, this ****, watchin' my moves
[Verse 3]
Don dada, I'm so smooth
Like my bitch bougie and rude
No respect for my old dude
He don't fuck with me and that's cool
But I only respect them in these streets
On low with these beasts
I found a way for us to eat
Put a Benz e'ry week
[Verse 4]
Money Mitch, I'm so neat
Paranoid, I can't sleep
Got me on a late night creep
On a rizzy, your bitch cheap
She say I'm generous and sweet
I remember bein' low key
Twenty four hunnid for the OG
Cookie put a **** to sleep
[Verse 5]
You a opp, you gotta die
You ain't gang, you ain't sly
It's gon' be a homicide
**** post to be in my baggie
Fuckin' with the other side
Seen it with my own two eyes
Pop up on a ****, surprise
White boogie by disguise
[Verse 6]
Take a **** for that ride
Night vision you can't hide
And the kids are fuckin' up pies
You on Instagram goin' live
I got **** reppin' that five
'Bout to take a trip to The Chi
Put me on Fake Shore Drive
[Verse 7]
Smoke so high you can't even drive
Doin' a hunnid up the lot
Sport mode, this bitch fire
Too many shots and hear it slow down
We get fit, we all goin' down
Jock with me, that's my round
He a dog that tre pound
Put a **** under the ground
Yeah
Written by: Fmb Dz
