Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dro Kenji
Dro Kenji
Vocals
Scorey
Scorey
Vocals
Internet Money
Internet Money
Vocals
10X
10X
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nash
Nash
Composer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Composer
Bakari Ward
Bakari Ward
Lyrics
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Danny Jerome Jenrette
Lyrics
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nash
Nash
Producer
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Producer
Edgard Noel Herrera
Edgard Noel Herrera
Mixing Engineer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, T'd up I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper Brodie got her stripping, get behind her, and team her She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her I'ma keep on countin' all this money 'til my fingers hurt Then I get a money counter, this shit got a endless limit Rock out in my wonderland like I can't hear a hating nigga Smoke out all my useless feelings, I do not debate with Satan On the dark side of your life Got a lot of evil energy but it's not mine Got a lot of evil enemies and that's all fine But you're the only thing I'm worried 'bout when I'm not high Oh, T'd up I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper Brodie got her stripping, get behind her, and team her She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her Pop out at your party, snuck the whole gang in it, huh Tryna have the fam' eatin' like it's Thanksgiving Lil' brodie bang Smith's and, I just chase millions Used to wear the same shit, just on my day to day mission, uh We giving out smoke, you get high from that contact And we takin' souls like a death row contract Smith & Wesson compact Hit 'em with that, "Damn, where you find that?" Head tap, make that nigga blam, where his mind at Oh, T'd up I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper Brodie got her stripping, get behind her, and team her She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her (But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her)
Writer(s): Xzibit, 21, Demerick Shelton Ferm, Sylvester Jordan Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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