Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ira Walden
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye yo
Don't lie
Goon
Yeah
What
Aye yo
Aye
I was counted out
But I ain't four bounce back when I was down and out
They left a **** out for dead, I had to grind it out
But I'm the best in my city, now they finding out
Never had no shoulder I can lean on
Keep a glizzy, I get busy with these jeans on
Cash money be jizzle with this bling on
Lookin' like I'm Bill Russell, all these rings on
I'm tryna put my team on
Everybody eat, MJ, we gon' all ball
Bad yellow bone, thick shit, I may roll though
Ride with a birdie, Tiger Woods, that's a false call
Raised in the streets, still thuggin, I'm a boss hoe
White team, white forces, this that raw paper
Ran out of duct tape, we gon' scotch tape em
Saks Fifth, Diddy boppin' out of Marc Jacob
Rollin' loud while I'm standin' on these skyscrapers
Had to get it from the bottom but we up now
When they see me in the streets, they say, what's up now
We can pop some champagne cause we up now
Thumbin' through these bands cause we up now
Flyin' first class when we touch down
I just want a Cuban with the buzz down
I just want a Rollie with the buzz down
Had to get it from the bottom but we up now
When they see me in the streets, they say, what's up now
We can pop some champagne cause we up now
Thumbin' through these bands cause we up now
Flyin' first class when we touch down
I just want a Cuban with the buzz down
I just want a Rollie with the buzz down
Yeah, we too deep in that vogue though
Paper tag, DBs, keep a low pro
Curry from the logo, let that oak go
Runnin' with them breadwinners, we got moto
Graduated, got my education after school
Grinding for that paper in my sleep, I never snooze
In and out of state, on interstates, we makin' moves
Do this for my daughters like I got somethin' to prove
Punch lines, cross the gun line, you get gunned down
All love when I come round, this the compound
Funny how they throwin' shade on me cause I'm gon' shine
Came a long way from 212 and duckin' one time
Had to get it from the bottom but we up now
When they see me in the streets, they say, what's up now
We can pop some champagne cause we up now
Thumbin' through these bands cause we up now
Flyin' first class when we touchdown
I just want a Cuban with the bus down
I just want a Rollie with the bus down
Ayy, had to get it from the bottom but we up now
When they see me in the streets, they say, what's up now
We can pop some champagne cause we up now
Thumbin' through these bands cause we up now
Flyin' first class when we touchdown
I just want a Cuban with the bus down
I just want a Rollie with the bus down
Written by: Ira Walden