Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dici
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinn Murgo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Giuseppe D.
Producer
Lyrics
Ok…
Hop in the 4door
Hittin’ 200 I need more (I need it)
Keepin’ my cash in the drawer
Whenever I shoot, you know that I score (I score)
Bitch, you know I am a star
Gettin’ so high that I might go to Mars (I’m going to space)
You know that we going far
Keepin’ the green in the jar
I... might go to Bar-celona
Eating up the beat like it’s a fresh cut of tuna
Bitch, you know that you shoulda told me this shit sooner
Hunting down prey like motherfucking cougar
But I’m still whipping the jag
Clothes they still got on the tags
Bitch, you know I’m in my bag
Cruising down the street with my DICI flag
Rims black, they matte
You best believe that
Now I know what you thinking this dude he sounds crazy
I am one of one bitch you cannot replace me
Ask for success you know I got the key
Pockets they deeper than lakes or the sea
Ok…
Hop in the 4door
Hittin’ 200 I need more (I need it)
Keepin’ my cash in the drawer
Whenever I shoot, you know that I score (I score)
Bitch, you know I am a star
Gettin’ so high that I might go to Mars (I’m going to space)
You know that we going far
Keepin’ the green in the jar
I’m… whipping the R34 in Japan
Tracks heat like Afghanistan
Pullin’ up on the scene,I ain’t got a plan
Big stacks, big racks, monopoly man
I’m swervin’, I’m cruisin’, I might fuckin’ lose it
The cops they accusin’, the liquor abuse it
Chillin in the 4door not acting cynical
Then the cops ask me to step out the vehicle
I get out the car
They put on the cuffs
Tired of that shit bro I had me enough
I rip that shit off
Ok…
Hop in the 4door
Hittin’ 200 I need more (I need it)
Keepin’ my cash in the drawer
Whenever I shoot, you know that I score (I score)
Bitch you know I am a star
Gettin’ so high that I might go to Mars (I’m going to space)
You know that we going far
Keepin’ the green in the jar
I.. landed on Jupiter, demon like Lucifer
No I don’t want her, flowin’ like water
I’m swimming in cash, you can call me an otter
Magic then vanish, they calling me Potter
This is my passion, I’m drownin’ in fashion
I’ll buy me a mansion, don’t look at my plate I done gave you a ration
They keep saying “lights, camera, action”
I say a line, wait for reactions
Look in the mirror and see the lights flashin’
I just be laughing, you now I ain’t crashing
Ima just burn this shit down to the ashes
Then there'll be nothing but my music blasting
Ok…
Hop in the 4door
Hittin’ 200 I need more (I need it)
Keepin’ my cash in the drawer
Whenever I shoot, you know that I score (I score)
Bitch, you know I am a star
Gettin’ so high that I might go to Mars (I’m going to space)
You know that we going far
Keepin’ the green in the jar
Written by: Quinn Murgo
