Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reuben Vincent
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reuben Vincent
Composer
Niko Oroc
Composer
Justice Smalls
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Niko Oroc
Producer
Henny Hardaway
Producer
Quazelle
Recording Engineer
Isaiah Hill
Mixing Engineer
Jeson Huang
Mastering Engineer
Jah Quazelle Thompson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Told em business is business
Fuck what you talkin just give me the digits
On God wow
I put that on my baba my oldma my tribe all dem ****
Yeah
Momma they told me that I wouldn’t make it
But look at me now
baba they told me that I’ll be the greatest, ain’t too much around
I been outside all summer trynna grind all summer
Cause the mula won’t make it
I been with the tribe all summer
Can’t divide, gotta make it multiply
Gotta bring back
Bukoo
I put my hand in that fufu
I put my hand in that fufu
I gotta bring back Bukoo
(Bring it home, home)
Bukoo
I put my hand in that fufu
I put my hand in that fufu
I gotta bring back Bukoo
When I stand on stage, hope your hands is raised
Ain’t from Atlanta but you know I’m from the land of brave
troubled, stubborn, rebuttal let a man behave
Chasin’ cake on my plate, till I’m Annie Mae
Excuse my French, Wu Tang, Crème Brûlée
Before the rise, many men, had to amputate
I’m animal
Lion can’t, withstand the cage
I’m from the jungle where these pussies really can’t relate
Okay
Rise in the East with the sun
I am one with the Solar beam straight out the gun
At the bottom it’s dark but I cannot succumb
I’m the light I’m the spark on the strain on the blunt
Uh Uh
Momma your boaboa like bluffing bidness
Free the gang out the chain, ion cuff no bitches
Pot now boiling, I’m trynna bring up the village
Running up the digits
Tell em give me the cash, cash, cash
Tell em give me the cash, cash, cash
Momma your boa boa like bluffing bidness
When your general troops gonna clutch, the pistol
Fuck the system
Fuck forgiveness
It’s vendetta they’ll never destruct the mission, like
Momma they told me that I wouldn’t make it
But look at me now
baba they told me that I’ll be the greatest, ain’t too much around
I been outside all summer trynna grind all summer
Cause the mula won’t make it
I been with the tribe all summer
Can’t divide, gotta make it multiply
Gotta bring back
Bukoo
I put my hand in that fufu
I put my hand in that fufu
I gotta bring back Bukoo
(Bring it home, home)
Bukoo
I put my hand in that fufu
I put my hand in that fufu
I gotta bring back Bukoo
Written by: Justice Smalls, Niko Oroc, Reuben E Vincent

