Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Ward
Songwriter
Isaiah Smith
Songwriter
Marquizione Jones
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah
You can ask around the city
Ain' really going for nothing
All about my bread like a motherfuckin' muffin
Ion fuck with these n***** hell nah I don't trust it
And I keep the pole yea you know I gotta tuck it
I got patron in my system, I keep Henny in a glass
Before I go to heaven give em hell I'm on they ass
Yea I'm fuckin' on that bitch yea I'm the best she ever had
Cino get a bag I think that's why n***** mad
Hey hey hey hey hey hey, tell them n***** them is not the games we play
We ain't never going for shit not today
Pull up on 'em roll the window down on the interstate
I been gettin' cake, why these pussy n***** hate?
I bought a brand new watch but a n**** still late
You hatin' on another man, bitch n**** traits
On the west side my young n***** throwing up the rakes
They want to put a hole in ya head
On the drank I can't even get out of bed
N***** say they fuck with me but I don't never feel it
Ask around the city I'm the mother fuckin' realist
You can ask around the city
Ain' really going for nothing
All about my bread like a motherfuckin' muffin
Ion fuck with these n***** hell nah I don't trust it
And I keep the pole yea you know I gotta tuck it
I got patron in my system, I keep Henny in a glass
Before I go to heaven give em hell I'm on they ass
Yea I'm fuckin' on that bitch yea I'm the best she ever had
Cino get a bag I think that's why n***** mad
I got a baby on the way
So now I gotta change my ways
Fuckin' up da interstate
Puttin' in work from state to state
I live life like it's a movie
Fuck yo glock my camera shootin'
NBV, I'm really boomin'
Aye
What the fuck you doin'?
I had Gucci on my feet when I just pulled up on Quacino
You know he a big dawg
Ian talkin' Bingo
Habersham don't give a damn 'til they see you make it (Fuck 'em)
I keep all this shit a hunnid
Ian gotta fake it (Hunnid)
I pull out my camera all these bitches getting naked
If you ain't talking money, I might start getting impatient
Ion give no damn, Ion fuck with fam
And I got them bands, and the wham-cam
You can ask around the city
Ain' really going for nothing
All about my bread like a motherfuckin' muffin
Ion fuck with these n***** hell nah I don't trust it
And I keep the pole yea you know I gotta tuck it
I got patron in my system, I keep Henny in a glass
Before I go to heaven give em hell I'm on they ass
Yea I'm fuckin' on that bitch yea I'm the best she ever had
Cino get a bag I think that's why n***** mad
Written by: Isaiah Smith, Marquizione Jones, Nathaniel Ward
