Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young LS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Young LS
Songwriter
Lyrics
He lay in the way, shit
(Last day makes it)
I coulda took her to the bank
But I know she's a money-grabbin' bitch
I put me cash into crops, let it grow
I let the seed do the work
Watch the flow, watch the flight
Get a mix, get it bashed into pips
I coulda took her to the bank
But I know she's a money-grabbin' bitch
I put me cash into crops, let it grow
I let the seed do the work
Watch the flow, watch the fleet
Get a mix, get it bashed into pips
Took a rat, but he missed
Just a cocky little shit, got me bally on me face
Got me cally on me hip, two runs, fuck a whip
Fuck a wife, fuck a bitch
I can do it on me own, I'm just a cheeky little shit, makin' moves 'til I'm rich
Like that big graph, two phones that I've got
One's back, one's packed, two throws in the loft
Big cash, no tax, got a brother called Maxie
She's addicted to the Max, straight tap
I coulda took her to the bank
But I know she's a money-grabbin' bitch
I put me cash into crops, let it grow
I let the seed do the work
Watch the flow, watch the flight
Get a mix, get it bashed into pips
I coulda took her to the bank
But I know she's a money-grabbin' bitch
I put me cash into crops, let it grow
I let the seed do the work
Watch the flow, watch the flight
Get a mix, get it bashed into pips
Picture this, I'm in the ride with a five
Job of sky, so I'm tryna get it gone
Fuck a nine par times, not a gram, makin' bevies 'til I die
Little brother's on me wrist, and I'm still a cocky kid
Took the piss in the mist, took the shot, and it hit, no optic
I still got the wig, I'm precision all slick
I've got a brother with a flick, another brother with a stick
I've got a brother called John, and he's strapped like Wick
I coulda took her to the bank
But I know she's a money-grabbin' bitch
I put me cash into crops, let it grow
I let the seed do the work
Watch the flow, watch the flight
Get a mix, get it bashed into pips
I coulda took her to the bank
But I know she's a money-grabbin' bitch
I put me cash into crops, let it grow
I let the seed do the work
Watch the flow, watch the flight
Get a mix, get it bashed into pips
(Last day makes it)
(Whoo)
(Whoo)
Written by: Young LS