Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ymc Tez
Ymc Tez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ymc Tez
Ymc Tez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IGZAOSBEATZ
IGZAOSBEATZ
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Preg, gettin' prime
Uh, damn, we ain't too shotta
Uh, these bitches be hypnothic
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
****, know what's up, you know what's up
We get money, stand on business
I'm the biggest, I'm the richest
Got that shit on every picture
I'm in Dior and balency
Every day a **** crispy
Every hoe I left, they miss me
And I spoil, all my bitches
**** never blew a fifty
Who gon' pop this shit like us
He can't stand me, I'm too much
Who want smoke? speak up, wassup
Stuff his dumb ass in a blunt
Take a pretty girl to brunch
Let's go shopping, bae for lunch
We walk in and ain't get touched
****, play he, gettin' crunched
Only right, I'm gettin' paid
I was broke, was sellin' haze
Take a look at me today
Bitch, I'm stuck up in my way
I can show you how I get rich
****, cross me for a bitch
Did all that shit, still broke as shit
I shake back from every hit
I watch **** show me love
And then go talk behind my back
Stupid bitch, gave up the pussy
Then try ask me for a stack
Everybody on probation
Gotta tell the bros relax
He, demon in the picture
****, never caught a hat
I just count another hundred
Yes they know who really run it
Girl, I almost fucked your cousin
I felt bad, she really wanted it
He a kid, he really bluffin
For Every band, I got a twenty
These lil' **** really funny
That shit you got in ain't no money
We rocked dwellers and they presides
Around my neck, that shit be heavy
Flooded, emeralds and baguettes
I'm never lost, I'm always ready
I just sent her by the way
The stupid bitch was way too messy
That police tried to get behind me
My new Benz gon' smoke that Chevy
We get money, stand on business
I'm the biggest, I'm the richest
Pop that shit on every picture
I'm in Dior and Balency
Every day a **** crispy
Every hoe I left, they miss me
And I spoil you all my bitches
**** never blew a fifty
Who gon' buy this shit like us
He can't stand me, I'm too much
Who want smoke? Speak up, what's up
Stuff his dumb ass in the blunt
Take a pretty girl to brunch
Let's go shopping, bae, for lunch
We walk in and ain't get touched
**** play he, gettin' crunched
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Written by: Ymc Tez
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