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3.5
208
Hip-Hop/Rap
3.5 was released on April 10, 2020 by MAKING LOTS-A-$$ as a part of the album 3.5 (Eighth)
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Release DateApril 10, 2020
LabelMAKING LOTS-A-$$$$
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuuwee
Chuuwee
Rap
Trizz
Trizz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dionte Hunter
Dionte Hunter
Songwriter
Arthur Lea III
Arthur Lea III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Brackett
Colin Brackett
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Check it out
How many grams in an eighth, ****?
Smoke somethin', yeah
[Verse 1]
I been stayin' off the 'net lately, I can't do the flex, where the check?
Hold on, look how I pulled up, I'm on they neck
Bottom of the ninth and we got a better record than the Mets
I take off when they speakin' offset
We ain't 'migos nor friends in this bitch, I'm still out collectin' rent
Tryna lower down my APR percent (Wow)
Now we talkin' like grown ass men, hard for you to comprehend
I'm out tryna split a mortgage with my bitch (Ooh)
Got a princess for a kid
My lil' baby gon' get everything I give
Not to mention, did you see the way I slid?
Classic on rims, I won't tweet it, I ain't buy it for retweets
How you slid your dream car 'fore you buy your dream crib? Bitch, yeah
Sittin' on twelve systems at the crib
I'm on Xbox 360 like it's 2006 (Borderlands)
Countin' scritch
Gran Turismo 3, 4, and 6
PSO on Dreamcache with the internet glitch
[Chorus]
Ayy, I be on my job, it's reflected in my ties
Me and all my guys, like the sun, we on the rise
If it ain't about no dollars, I'm gon' pay you never mind
Can't believe I slid on you, look how I'm gon' slide
You can see it in my eyes, I'm determined to get mine
Smokin' out the pound, I can't do no nickels, dimes (Yeah)
Even if it's just an eighth, bet it's still gon' get me high
Most blunted four times, watch me puff three-point-five (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
[Verse 2]
We got money now, these **** gotta pay up
He talkin' shit, when he see me, he gon' say what?
Don't fold up, who you pressin'? ****, hold up
Don't ever try to fold us, we got it, ****, so what?
And if it ever was a problem, never froze up
And if you seen my name on a flyer, know it goes up
I pulled up in a Chevy and she chose up
Bougie ass bitch walk around with her nose up
The homie with me, he thuggin', keepin' a four tucked
The whole party lookin' at a ****, finna go nuts
Parking lot pimpin' out the window, doin' donuts
You lil' ass kids can't get with these grownups, ****
[Chorus]
Ayy, I be on my job, it's reflected in my ties
Me and all my guys, like the sun, we on the rise
If it ain't about no dollars, I'm gon' pay you never mind
Can't believe I slid on you, look how I'm gon' slide
You can see it in my eyes, I'm determined to get mine
Smokin' out the pound, I can't do no nickels, dimes
Even if it's just an eighth, bet it's still gon' get me high
Most blunted four times, watch me puff three-point-five
Written by: Arthur Lea III, Dionte Hunter
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