Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kiplin Jamal Bethune
Songwriter
Lyrics
Boys talking down
**** gonna hate
Tell em save they breath
Cause it's way to late
We not coming down
Send that money up
U ain't gotta ask what's in my double cup
U aint gotta ask if the money doubled up
In yo lane wit my potnas
Swang line
Yo bitch on my wave
Damn she got hang time
You not in the way homie this is our time
I know that you feel it I know that you notice I'm chosen you trying
Mirror mirror on the wall who's the coldest of them all Carter only still
Check a young **** roll I'm inventing the wheel
Mane, Mane
Check a young **** role There's a throne and a crown like for real
Can't imagine how that kitchen must feel
Can't imagine how losing must feel
Reinventing fire every time I drop a bar
You won't have to limbo where I'm bout to set the bar
She ain't never fckd a star here we are
West airport & Fondren
You so far from home
I'm In da souf west
I'm so far from home
But I can't leave the office
Till I get us there
**** bald/balled without us
I'm here toupee/To pay is the punchline
Which is not cray cause I'm really on top of this
Thots hear me and Thot for this
Guess we on the same pg i should get a lot for this
Guess we on the same pg if they paying yall for this
There should be a check with my name already
I should have the fortune and the fame already
In my first year sounding like u in 10 years in your tenth year
Might as well give me tenure
Feeling bad for you ****
Not really I'm greedy x hungry
My only suggestion just bungee no rope
HeirCarter it even has a ring to it
All your actions got strings to it
You not real boy
Be real boy
I'm a real one
Written by: Kiplin Jamal Bethune

