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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Avery D. Humber
Avery D. Humber
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Humbeats
Humbeats
Producer
Mike Cuz
Mike Cuz
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Lotta money, shit don't stop, a whole lotta money That's what this about I'm gon' get mine regardless (Uh) I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes You have that powder you put on your feet, we have that powder you sniff in your nose My niggas live by the code I listen to rich, i don't listen to broke i don't think you're fit for the smoke i laugh at your team, your clique is a joke Roll down the window and shoot Just drop off a bag I'mma pick up and blow Remember my socks was wet, I fucked up half of my kicks in the snow I used to walk to the train, would only complain to niggas I know Niggas was cool with me, now I got jewellery They don't look at me the same They show me love when right in my face but hate they never will show I was taught you wanna see the body drop You gotta aim at the brain (best shot) Got down on my knees and I prayed I woke up with keys to the reef I got the key to to the safe Here busting out with the hundreds One party I came from they're gunning They talk like they heard I'd be running I got the game right where I want it I tatted the gang on my stomach I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes You have that powder you put on your chest, we have that powder you sniff in your nose My niggas live by the code I listen to rich, i don't listen to broke i don't think you're fit for the smoke i laugh at your team, your clique is a joke Roll down the window and shoot Just drop off a bag I'mma pick up and blow Remember my socks was wet, I fucked up half of my kicks in the snow I used to walk to the train, would only complain to niggas I know (my niggas) Niggas was cool with me, now I got jewellery They don't look at me the same They show me love when right in my face but hate they never will show I was taught you wanna see the body drop You gotta aim at the brain (best shot) I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes You have that powder you put on your feet, we have that powder you sniff in your nose My niggas live by the code Now valleys you gon' get exposed If freaky ain't get this through 30-year-old I hope I see 30, that hit me the most This foreign whip just hit the coast I built me a brand, my business can grow If I'm with my daughter but I need some weed my little bitch can pick up the smoke Most of my niggas was broke Get it in blood or get it in coke Flagging everyone in these streets, going off heard you was trippin' alone Riding with niggas that don't be on instagram 'cos they living the most I kept a gun but I couldn't pay rent with the toast My living was gross Bunch of roaches in my bedroom i'm glad the Phantom got leg room Don't worry 'bout him, he'll be dead soon hatred come 'cos I'm a threat to him I used to get on the bus, roll up a blunt with niggas I trust My uncle was fucking with lean Can't listen to him, 'cos that nigga was dusted I value all of my jewellery, you get a funeral, you try to touch it Hated the food up in jail, it twisted my stomach up that shit was disgusting We throwing hollows no punching in the trap i ain't have to go punching We would go hustle so eagerly, watch what I say 'cos my daughter repeating me Now some execs wanna meet with me The ones that I dream about wanna come sleep with me Still only the gang can eat with me I think about mowgli who needed me Now some execs wanna meet with me The ones that I dream about wanna come sleep with me Still only the gang can eat with me I think about franky who needed me I might put a bed on the Range and feel like I live on the road I got my daughter to raise, so I'm falling back on you ho's I counted up fifty today, so I'mma go get me some clothes You have that powder you put on your feet, we have that powder you sniff in your nose
Writer(s): David Brewster, Martin Pitt, Avery D. Humber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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