Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Mufaro Dube
Songwriter
Favian Ling
Songwriter
Lyrics
TR, yeah
I just, I just, I just
I just want some money and a girl that's hella thick, thick
I just wanna see a Richard Mille on my wrist, wrist
Shining like a beam off the codeine
24 Cars up in the crib these **** think I'm Kobe
I don't cover nothin up this ain't Adobe
Showing all my scars and I make sure they see the whole me
I can't fuck with you if I can't call you bro or homie
No offense to Travis when I say it's getting stormy
I be living lavish sitting in the nosebleeds
Thought that shit was savage way they beat out all his gold teeth
CNY the gang, you know that CNY the homies
I ain't with nobody I chill with my **** only
I just want some money and a girl that's hella thick, thick
I just wanna see a Richard Mille on my wrist, wrist
Shining like a beam off the codeine
24 Cars up in the crib these **** think I'm Kobe
I don't cover nothin up this ain't Adobe
Showing all my scars and I make sure they see the whole me
I can't fuck with you if I can't call you bro or homie
No offense to Travis when I say I'm getting stormy
Always fucking horny
Blowing all these money might as well start an orgy
Gotta save a couple dollars to pay off my mortgage
Checkings hittin 7 figures I'm driving them foreigns
No longer ignored
Be a certified goat, I'm a beast like the Black Mamba
All my friends used to call me weak smoking marijuana
Haters out there clapping cheeks while I'm in the lab
Cookin up this heat, be discreet while they're catching crabs, ay
I just met a bad ting and she said she from London
I asked for her digits she pick it up like wagwan
I know I'm right for her she said she want herself a badman
I don't want nothing else She know I'm tryna see the bum bum
I just met a bad ting and she said she from London
I asked for her digits she pick it up like wagwan
I know I'm right for her she said she want herself a badman
I don't want nothing else She know I'm tryna see the bum bum
I just want some money and a girl that's hella thick, thick
I just wanna see a Richard Mille on my wrist, wrist
Shining like a beam off the codeine
24 Cars up in the crib these **** think I'm Kobe
I don't cover nothin up this ain't Adobe
Showing all my scars and I make sure they see the whole me
I can't fuck with you if I can't call you bro or homie
No offense to Travis when I say it' getting stormy
Whats it like though
When the world knows you as a certified goat
When your girl always staying by your side bro
When everybody compares you to Michael
Listen,
I just wanna complete all my goals
I just wanna make my family proud forget about a hoe
So you know, see me on the tv be an icon
Like the numbers 8 and 24 I make this final
I just want some money and a girl that's hella thick, thick
I just wanna see a Richard Mille on my wrist, wrist
Shining like a beam off the codeine
24 Cars up in the crib these **** think I'm Kobe
I just want some money and a girl that's hella thick, thick
I just wanna see a Richard Mille on my wrist, wrist
Shining like a beam off the codeine
24 Cars up in the crib these **** think I'm Kobe
Written by: Favian Ling, Sean Mufaro Dube

