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United Center
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
United Center was released on February 23, 2024 by Taylor Gang Ent., LLC as a part of the album 1998
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Album1998
Release DateFebruary 23, 2024
LabelTaylor Gang Ent., LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chevy Woods
Chevy Woods
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chevy Woods
Chevy Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sledgren
Sledgren
Producer

Lyrics

One, two
Back like a four and a half
Oh, I know you miss me, baby
I been in the wind
Yeah, yeah, uh
Peanut butter seats in that old BM
I know a couple freaks, I'm in they closest friends
Lights, camera, action, let the show begin
I told 'em, "Chill, money will, dollars rollin' in"
That's how you gotta play it, the police never say it
It's all 'bout time and patience, we trappin' out the vacant
It's too hot, gotta keep the heaters on tuck now
If you ain't got it on you, then duck down, what's up now?
Three gold chains, diamonds on the pinky
I don't fuck with lame ****, never try and link me
You know it's not enough, I like my pockets stuffed
If you ain't 'bout a dollar bill, my ****, what the fuck?
Three gold chains, diamonds on the pinky
I don't fuck with lame ****, never try and link me
You know it's not enough, I like my pockets stuffed
If you ain't 'bout a dollar bill, my ****, what the fuck?
She said that she don't call no more, I said, "I had plans to"
She hit me back like, "Kevin, look, I don't understand you"
She wildin' out, usin' my government, sorry, you fell in love with it
But, girl, I get around like Pac, that's how I'm thuggin' it
Nightclub, champagne, shawty want my last name
Wasn't with me shootin' in the gym, she see that bag came
It wasn't love, girl, you know it was lust
Tryna claim me in the streets, girl, you bogus as fuck, what's up?
Three gold chains, diamonds on the pinky
I don't fuck with lame ****, never try and link me
You know it's not enough, I like my pockets stuffed
If you ain't 'bout a dollar bill, my ****, what the fuck?
Three gold chains, diamonds on the pinky
I don't fuck with lame ****, never try and link me
You know it's not enough, I like my pockets stuffed
If you ain't 'bout a dollar bill, my ****, what the fuck?
Written by: Chevy Woods
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