Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sebastien Wood Benjamin
Songwriter
Lyrics
They called my designer fake
I can't blame them
They're the same
Who gets Louis for 40$
Back then I got finessed
He flexed that lil 200$
But I flip it for more
This hoe from New York
I knew he was a dork
Turning on me for a corny whore
(Bitch ass nigga Fuck you)
But how can I worry
If the gym got me gorgeous
I can get braggadocio
Cuz I'm happy and healthy
Only missing habibi
Balenci' got me looking both ways
Cuz with this drip
I can't keep balance (WOAH)
My bread is always full
Green Lettuce, Tomatoes
And red onion on top
Meat and blue cheese below
Deadbeats will rent on the net
But how can I worry
When they're beneath me
The teeth on my Givenchy
Aren't shows
Used to put hoes on chokehold
Lemme see if I wasn't lucky
I'll be the type to buy a city
And get them to disown you
I'll be playing monopoly
With MTL real soon
Soon to be a superstar
Doing big move
And I just started
I'd be mad too
If a nigga was
Doing more than me
Making more than me
Living better than me
I'll be wealthy
When my homies turn greedy
When my enemies will sue me
But I'm Blac KYD the MVP
Always been an NWA
I can't go down so Easily (EAZY E)
Like I said
How can I worry
When they only wanna fit it
While I'm happy and winning
I'm a reminder of their failure
I don't want followers
I want money makers
Kelis brings the milkshake
Blackyd brings the bacon
Who the fuck scaring me
Bitch Get off my body
The dough brings all the hoes to the yard
And they're like, we're better with you
Damn right, where were you before
I could leave you, and it wouldn't matter
Writer(s): Sebastien Benjamin
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