Music Video

Don't Mean Shit
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Summrs
Summrs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Lyrics
James Addison III
James Addison III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deante Johnson
Deante Johnson
Mixing Engineer
benjicold
benjicold
Producer

Lyrics

(BenjiCold, why you icy?) La-la-la, la-la-la Mean shit to me, yeah (la-la-la, la-la-la) Mean shit to me, yeah, brr (la-la-la, la-la-la) These diamonds don't mean shit to me, they just my personal chandelier (chandelier) These drugs don't mean shit to me, they just patch up my feels (my feels) This money don't mean shit to me, I just need it the way that I live (I live) I'm tryna buy mama a crib (crib) I don't wan' live in the Hills (the Hills) I just got me some new wheels (new wheels) Know you seeing how I live (we do it) Remember I used to get lifts (lifts) I ain't never worked a shift (shift) I used to shed a lot of tears (yeah) I'm in the back of my spaceship (ship) I don't need friendships Ruin all relationships (yeah) Got fallen soldiers in the field (yeah) Gotta keep my hand on the wheel (yeah) Put my keys in my will (yeah) Put my fam' in my will (yeah) Can't let these niggas steal me (yeah) Drugs killing me slowly (uh-huh, go) Got shottas, got shottas, they hot like Nevada Done fucked on some models, done went through some bottles Got prescription bottles put up in my house, and I shine like a diamond, came from public housing (yeah-yeah) They was hating before, we in this bitch lowsy I'm off of the lean, in this bitch drowsy But they wanna kill me, wanna come pop me KayB in his Beam getting stopped by coppers Bitch, I'm out that E, all I know is shottas Me and my team eat, who is gon' stop us? (Woah, woah, woah) Glock stuck on me, I don't care about problems (woah) I been that nigga since I was a toddler Fuck these niggas, boy, I hang around goblins Keep a first degree on me when I'm out shopping Caught a first degree, lawyer say, "It's no problem" 20 on that boy, go ahead, drop him Pop my perc out, we back on that bullshit Don't waste no bullets, bitch, I need a full clip He ask me all that shit, now it's, "Fuck him" Pour up a pint, nigga, fuck the instructions Keep my receipt, bitch, I need them deductions Look at my life, I'm living so lovely (can't fuck with them) And it's fuck the public (fuck the public) (Nah, nah) These diamonds don't mean shit to me, they just my personal chandelier (chandelier) These drugs don't mean shit to me, they just patch up my feels (my feels) This money don't mean shit to me, I just need it the way that I live (I live) I'm tryna buy mama a crib (crib) I don't wan' live in the Hills (the Hills) I just got me some new wheels (new wheels) Know you seeing how I live (we do it) Remember I used to get lifts (lifts) I ain't never worked a shift (shift) I used to shed a lot of tears (yeah) I'm in the back of my spaceship (ship) I don't need friendships Ruin all relationships (yeah) Got fallen soldiers in the field (yeah) Gotta keep my hand on the wheel (yeah) Put my kids in my will (yeah) Put my fam' in my will (yeah) Can't let these niggas steal me (yeah) Drugs killing me slowly
Writer(s): Deante Adam Johnson, James Addison Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out