Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael S Cordova
Michael S Cordova
Songwriter
Derek M Jackson
Derek M Jackson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Can't say I don't move accordingly
I trusted the process then I got rewarded like Joel Embiid
Cant help that I talk and I walk like this that's the New York in me
Now I reside in the Florida keys
Now all this paper I over see, could really fund everything planned if I want I could turn my whole yard to a Florida beach
We bleeding this game it's a horror scene
Might stick around if there's more to see
Ball on em 76er you not a star player so you can not join the team
I know this life can be short, you see I ain't stressing no plot we enjoy the scenes
How you expecting them pockets to grow when you ain't been attempting to sow the seeds?
Living like I ain't a mortal being
You hyping up bitches that's boring to me
My baby a rider from Buff when I take her out dinning she always gone order wings
Hate flexing its natural a sport to me
Don't think you should get on the court with me,
As soon as the shot up I'm crashing the rim and I'm dunking the ball of the board with ease
Packing the shades, let's port to sea
You see the flame, she scorching heat
All bout my fetta, you think that he came out Wisconsin the way that he hoard the cheese
I go where I want can afford the fees
Got shit on lock, that's doors and keys
Hoes entertain for the spend but just know in the end they gon deal with u cordially
Speeding off you hear the torch increase
Diamonds so precious like Lord of the Rings
Aura so different so sickening these bitches might need to get back while I quarantine
I ain't even want the lil shawty she sent me some pics now I'm slightly a bit more intrigued
Fuck that I'm not bout to fuck up my motion cause God always opening doors for me
They way out of conduct, disorderly
Imma just pray to the Lord for peace
They get to jacking the sound but we write em off quick cuz it's clearly a forgery
I got a whole family depending, I gotta go get it I can't just ignore their needs
Way my trajectory looking, like Bron I might stunt on these boys 'til I'm 43
We slidin like socks on a floor that's clean
You pose but this life shit is more than screens
We really be getting them Bucs like it's Magic we bringing the Heat like them Florida teams
And my heart turning cold like the Nordic peaks
So you bitches ain't getting nothing more from me
Swear counting feel just like a chore to me, hoe stop with the front, you chose to leave
Written by: Derek M Jackson, Michael S Cordova
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