Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trent Bernard Barrow
Trent Bernard Barrow
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trent Bernard Barrow
Trent Bernard Barrow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trent Bernard Barrow
Trent Bernard Barrow
Engineer

Lyrics

I woke up stressing, I don't know if I'm coming or going
With all of these questions asking me what I'm I doing
Hell I don't know damn but I got me though
You all in my business
I mix up a cup, trying to find some peace in my home
I light up a Blunt trying to get in my zone
Who this calling my phone, just leave me alone
Damn I'm minding my business
Whoa, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, Whoa
I got a new hoe, but she always wanna mention my old bitch
When I don't give a fuck, about none of that shit she doing
I'm go mess around and I'm go let that bitch go
She ain't minding her business
All these diamonds on me, with these golds in my teeth
I'm go head back to the street
Can't nobody control me,bitch I'm my own king
You can bow down or leave
(I'm so sick,sick of these hoes)
That's Okay baby now baby do as you please
I got that swag that you want, I got that shit that you need
You thought that you can play I, but baby I'm to fly
You know I'm stacking baby until tha day that I die
Quit calling my phone, you driving me insane
I need gas in my tank, you smell the Aroma
I don't need ya hoe bro I need money in the bank
Yo bitch ain't about shit, then I don't want it
But she can blow this dick
I might be crazy but why are you hating
I'm nothing I'm basic, that's what they saying
And that's what they claiming but I don't hear shit baby
Whoa
I don't give that shit no time in my day
Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, Whoa
I've been letting shit slide, I let to many ride now they thinking they I
But they not this guy, why you looking surprised
Little boys match my fly, shid no way
I'm swag out shortie, tats on my body brand new Cartier fames, I'm maxed out shortie
I need my money this how you run the game
(I'm so sick,sick of these hoes)
That's Okay baby now baby do as you please
I got that swag that you want, I got that shit that you need
You thought that you can play I, but baby I'm to fly
You know I'm stacking baby until tha day that I die,
Written by: Trent Bernard Barrow
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