Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Snider
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yeah, aye, yeah
Yeah, aye, yeah
Yeah, yeah, aye (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm the man
Stepping with a plan
Running up a band
Money Imma Stan
Molly or the Xan
Brain is in the pan
I was making plays
You was in the stands
I'm only flexin' cuz I know they can't stand me
They see me ballin' now they act like they was family, yeah
It's nothing but me and my bros
Staying down with all ten of our toes
I be runnin' this shit like I'm Bo
Talking tough, we pull up to your door
Turn this shit to a scene at the show
Know my niggas don't play bout they dough
When my young niggas geeked off a bean
Well you know anything can go
Running up the racks, Usain
I had to grind for every stack, through the pain
Why I'm pouring up and throwing back this green rain
I just took these X pills, now I'm swerving in your lane
Posted just outside the lobby blowing biscotti with me gang
I'm trying to push that Maserati, I'm off addy everyday
A nigga need some new ice, I might just hit up Johnny Dang
My diamonds caught the flu twice, they sound a lil raspy when they sing
Lil' nigga bought your boo ice, she was at my cribbo gettin' slain
Looking at life in a new light I couldn't keep doing this shit the same, yeah
TG play for keeps
Playing finders keepers with these flows you ain't unique
Ballin' in the big league, but you know I'm still smoking like Tyreke
Know a nigga geeked
Yo bitch she a lil' freak
Topped me in my seat
Said she want my seed, that's yo wifey, dawg
Niggas mad, down bad cuz she like me, dawg
I kicked her out, she came back over
Hit her on the sofa
Call that bitch a Uber
Cold as Minnesota
Molly in my soda
Stepping with a plan
Running up a band
Money Imma Stan
Molly or the Xan
Brain is in the pan
I was making plays
You was in the stands
I'm only flexin' cuz I know they can't stand me
They see me ballin' now they act like they was family, yeah
It's nothing but me and my bros
Staying down with all ten of our toes
I be runnin' this shit like I'm Bo
Talking tough, we pull up to your door
Turn this shit to a scene at the show
Know my niggas don't play bout they dough
When my young niggas geeked off a bean
Well you know anything can go
Running up the racks, Usain
I had to grind for every stack, through the pain
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Aye, yeah
Woah, woah
Aye, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Nathan Snider
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