Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Drew
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Drew
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PROD.RA
Co-Producer
1SRAEL
Producer
Lyrics
Blue paper, pink fifties
If they broke, they can't come near me
Whole time, I play my role
Pockets fat, never skinny
I go anywhere on Earth to make some racks
And get busy, my cup filled with all this mud
Probably why I never listen
Mafioso, we the mob
We got any problem, fix it
I been focused on the bag
But I think I love prescriptions
They can't trick me out my spot
Can't get put inside no blender
**** gossip bout a bitch
Kept it, p And, I still hit her
Said she want her body done
Brand new ass and she want fillers
Fifty states, so you remember
Can't come around, you ain't no member
I be chillin, but lil' Reezy peep
Some slimy shit, we grill em
So much dog shit on the table
But I'm thinkin' bout a million
**** changed, bitches changed
But I remain the same
I can tell yo ass a lame
You ain't get taught the game
AMG, I switch a lane
We take the bird on chases
Trappin' out a vacant
I can't trust em he on statements
Bout that cheddar, I go crazy
I need every payment
Pull up trippin' from the three
I shoot like Calvin Cambridge
I need everything to instant
I ain't got no patience
How the fuck I make a bin
I bought turn to some paper
Blue paper pink fifties
If they broke, they can't come near me
Whole time I play my role
Pockets fat, never skinny
I go anywhere on Earth
To make some racks and get busy
My cup filled with all this mud
Probably why I never listen
Mafioso, we the mob
We got any problem, fix it
I been focused on the bag
But I think I love prescriptions
They can't trick me out my spot
Can't get put inside no blender
**** gossip bout a bitch
Kept it, P and, I still hit her
Written by: Eric Drew