Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kris the $pirit
Kris the $pirit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Gordon
Christian Gordon
Songwriter
Rob Mil
Rob Mil
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Gordon
Christian Gordon
Producer
Rob Mil
Rob Mil
Producer

Lyrics

(Ooh, ooh)
Shorty, let's break the bank
Coming from the darker side (Side)
(Ooh, ooh)
Got real hard just to maintain
Struggling day and night
(Ooh, ooh)
Let's just ride the waves
Show me that you're ride or die
(Ooh, ooh)
Wait up, wait up
Shining like all the ice
Wait up, wait up
The sun'll rise (Woo)
Yo, mmm, yo
Whoa
Fuck is up
Lemonade
Bitch I been Gucci since seventh grade
(I been Gucci)
Dollar signs
In my eyes
(Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes)
Growing up praying for better days
Daily my b-day need hella cake
Fuck up a Visa, get everything
(Fuck it up)
Polo, Evisu, Versace ring (Versace)
Baby, my heart broke
My pocket ain't Prada bag (Prada)
In to stay in it
I move like I'm juvi though
Ain't got no limit, ho
This ain't no movie roll
Ain't got no gimmicks
We been 'bout that business
My cousins cook work like a chemist
Coming from the belly of the beast
Belly on E
But my Bentley's on fleek
Got me feeling like Pac
Better bury me a G
We ain't ever gon' stop
Tryna leave out the dreams, geez
I want the watch and the Benz, feel me?
Was riding the bus with my kinfolk
Plotting on how we gon' get rich
Growing up, all of my friends broke
Wild 'n out robbing whoever who got it
Hook up with vixens but none in my wallet
Fuck it let's get it that strap on my body
'Cause these **** jelly though
Peep how they blocking
Peep all the bitches, I see how they jockin'
Tryna hop on my dick but my girlfriend a hottie
Ten in the face, slim in the waist
I did the race now I want that Bugatti (Eh)
Tryna bring a milly to the projects, whoa
Hold up, in my city, I'm the god, bitch, whoa
Fucking with a ****, getting squashed, Big Foot
No one getting threatened, that's a promise, whoa
(Ooh, ooh)
Shorty, let's break the bank
Coming from the darker side (Side)
(Ooh, ooh)
Got real hard just to maintain
Struggling day and night
(Ooh, ooh)
Let's just ride the waves
Show me that you're ride or die
(Ooh, ooh)
Wait up, wait up
Shining like all the ice
Wait up, wait up
The sun'll rise (Woo)
Written by: Christian Gordon, Rob Mil
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