Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Georie Bread
Songwriter
Lyrics
Everything I said I meant that
Still w all these dreams I been That
Two pounds to flip i gets that (Go)
My money in bundles I get That(Go)
Blow a light a yo tunnel I miss That
Always thinking about the big Checks
I smell like I just had rich sex (Dior)
Connecting my phone trying see Where the whip at (The Cash)
He think I'm gone choose to be Basic
Living this life it aint hard to Make paper
Stacking to ms, shacarri a racer (Vroom)
If it's bout cheese im chasing my Paper (Go Go)
He told me he spit at yo largo
He make moves so loud how you Not k (Too loud)
I told him pipe down and he not Smoke (Not on)
I make moves they not what I'm On (Not what I'm on)
I make ms dont live in Chicago
Maybe hit the states, he'll if I no
Imma be on my throne eating Lobster
Don't even eat meat fuck it it's Pastos (Pastos)
Give 'em a scene
They tell me they not broke
Up 2k 8k or a hundo
One side crème like vitiligo (Oreo)
Duck from the feds better left yo Spark blow (Bwahhh)
Gotta get loose better pay yo car Note (Get on)
Always top notch never the last Hoe (Catch up)
He came out so swole (Where yo Pole) he not poled
He on dummy we stole like Mondo
He got on top I'll give 'em a star
We swing bck might double Tomorrow
Can't be like us switching cars
Smoke my dope ship take us to Mars
Bright lil yellow skin yeah imma Star
(Vvs) Vvs i want em all
Shout calla make the calls (Shot Call)
Old school just gimme the ball
You finna fall (Don't trip)
Im finna show yall how it's done
I ran yall swift hoes up a wall
(Compare can….) Comparing Can tease me to (Ya done) get it All
You bitches so easy Can see thru Yo walls
You see me
I see you
You cant touch me
I ran through you (Smoke time)
You see my shoes (Blue dues)
I see above you
Lay down night time (Night noght)
Play with who love you (Too Doos)
Me and… my gang
We Passed the test (Gang)
Always up top
They call us the best
Purple pants you just made a Mess
Not talking designer this bitch She just pissed
Cold bangs gone gimme a Sweater (Brrrrr)
Honcho Barretta a leak at yo Bladder
He out of time don't need him a Patek
If I come up to you
The scene get so ratchet
Come do to me something
Lil bitch don't you panic
I teach you lil hoes
And I give 'em the packet
Learned from the best they cant End up slacking
He walked up w bars he sound Like he capping
Say he the one who had gave y'all The magic
He kept telling lies they just kept On stacking
Pipe down you bitches too hot (Hot)
You be in the mix and you stir up The pot
Im stone cold, don't need a (Brr)sweater
You bitches just Stole all that y'all can handle
Beat you like you stole
Gone gimme the paddle
Run around in Chicago
Like you a lil rascal
Need god in ya life go talk to the paster (Preach)
Living the life of a tragic disaster
Not a friendly ghost
Bitch don't me Casper
Don't you turn me mad
They call me red snappers
You see me (You do)
I see you
You cant touch me
I ran through you fashoo
You see my shoes (Blick dude)
I see above you
Lay down night time
Play with who love you
Written by: Georie Bread