Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Eazzyy
Lil Eazzyy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Edwards
Christopher Edwards
Songwriter
Dylan Berg
Dylan Berg
Songwriter
Eric Allen
Eric Allen
Songwriter
Georgia Rose Boyden
Georgia Rose Boyden
Songwriter
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Mixing Engineer
Chris Nasty
Chris Nasty
Producer
Geovocals
Geovocals
Producer
Iceberg
Iceberg
Producer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Producer
Daniel Williams
Daniel Williams
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
SephGotTheWaves (Ayy)
Damn Chris, this nasty
Sleeze Money in this bitch, cappin' with Dan, on bro
Iceberg want a bag, bitch (Iceberg got a bag, mm)
They wasn't tryna let us in so we had kicked the door
Ayy
[Chorus]
They wasn't tryna let us in so we had kicked the door (Kicked the door)
Reminisce about them days when I slept on the floor (On the floor)
I wouldn't have it any other way 'cause them my dogs for sure (Them my dogs for sure)
People brag on how they livin' but they really broke
Got ministers that I call family and they do the most (They do the most)
Ain't get no handouts in this shit, the block I had to post (I post it up)
Givenchy coat'll match my racks inside the Fendi tote
Came from below, now I run red lights and I'm screamin', "Go" (I'm screamin', "Go")
[Verse 1]
I can't comprehend the hate, I cannot listen to it (I cannot listen to it)
Ain't wanna go out on them drills, but shit, I had to do it (Shit, I had to)
Who gon' put them racks inside my safe? And man, I'm goin' through it (Goin' through it)
Since I came up in all this shit, people been actin' stupid
Bust a nick' off sellin' green, so yeah, I had to move it (I had to move it)
If you ain't suckin' on no dick then, bitch, I'm really coolin' (I'm really coolin')
Diamonds VVS inside this Rollie leave these groupies droolin' (VVS)
Don't like to post on media, they can't know what I'm doin'
But you know I get to them racks, though, spinnin', double back, though
Came from eatin' noodles, now my pockets stuffed with fat rolls
Spazzin', that's a fact, though, left, but yeah, I'm back, though
Don't took with my brother, I'll forget about this rap shit
Cruisin' in this dolo, get to shootin' like the Mavericks
I just want the money, all the fame man, you can have it (You can have it)
Yeah, I feel like he walk out the bank, I started laughin' (Ha)
But I ain't braggin', pockets fat, I'm saggin'
[Chorus]
They wasn't tryna let us in so we had kicked the door (Kicked the door)
Reminisce about them days when I slept on the floor (On the floor)
I wouldn't have it any other way 'cause them my dogs for sure (Them my dogs for sure)
People brag on how they livin' but they really broke
Got ministers that I call family and they do the most (They do the most)
Ain't get no handouts in this shit, the block I had to post (I had to post)
Givenchy coat'll match my racks inside the Fendi tote
Came from below, now I run red lights and I'm screamin', "Go" (I'm screamin', "Go"), ayy
Written by: Christopher Edwards, Dylan Berg, Eric Allen, Georgia Rose Boyden, Joseph Boyden
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