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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xavy Rusan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Composer
Jharee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jharee
Producer
Lyrics
Ayy, ayy
Look
I'm too cool for the ruse, baby, get off of me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a couple real haters, got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Too true for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop fifty, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a couple real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Look
Papa don't preach, teachers don't teach
Niggas gon' reach, that's facts
I ain't worried 'bout none of that shit
I'm making that cash stack
Bunch of olds likе NASCAR
But it's really more like Nasdaq
Why thеy thinkin' that they hot shit
When they really more like ass crack?
Quote it on me like a referee, niggas hatin' what they'll never be
Small top with a big bottom, yeah, shawty shaped like a letter D
Let her have it, then I let her be, if you love it, gotta let it grow
Crazy 'cause ya really never know, when I'm hurtin', never let it show
I'm a two tone, two phone, two chain, new thang lane whipper
You a broke ass, low class, no cash, certified lame nigga
I'ma gettin' to it like I 'ought to, couldn't pick so I bought two
Understand why your chick came
I'm just tryna figure why she brought you
I'm really rappin' and I'm flexed up
And I ain't gotta tell 'em I'm next up
Sleep on a nigga, they rest up
But I'm up and I'm gettin' my checks up
Me and the fellas be high to repel as
That shit you could tell us we great, nigga
Lookin' at niggas like how do you figure
Unless you been talking 'bout eight figures?
I'm too cool for the ruse, baby, get off of me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a couple real haters, got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Too true for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop fifty, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a couple real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Look how we litty, we turnt up the city, we raising the bar height
I've been finessin', just look at 'em stressin'
Yeah, they've been up all night
Sippin' this water with somebody daughter
She take what I taught her and build on it
Came in this game on that shit that they
Ain't in the cubbies later we still on it
Niggas be hatin' on it, bitches be waitin' on it like a new season
I better acre on it, I put some paper on it like I'm loose leafin'
Buying them assets, build me a cash net, I could fall in
Look at my last bet, ain't gotta tip toe, ho, I'm all in
Think on a level they can't fail
And I roll me a J' with the hate mail
Been doing good on the merch sale
All this bread on me look like a bake sale
Tell a young nigga what's really good
I be really good on a jaw jack
Send her email about the bread
I'ma hit ya back with the call back
I'm too cool for the ruse, baby, get off of me
Never need no push, I do it all for me
Keep a couple real haters, got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Too true for the flex, baby, don't cap to me
Drop fifty, bring one fifty right back to me
Keep a couple real haters got 'em on call for me
Money movin', got it in the market where it ought to be
Writer(s): Michael Xavier Westerfield, Anthony Jharee Hollingshed
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