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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
Lemarcus Wright
Lemarcus Wright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ShunonDaBeat
ShunonDaBeat
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Mount
Jeff Mount
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Shun on da beat
I'm on my way up
Ain't takin' no pay cut (Aye)
Lil' baby, I'm caked up (Aye)
These ****, they play tough (Aye)
But I'ma go get me some paper (Aye)
I sip on lean, but you can blaze up (Aye)
Keep a big old beam for the takers (Aye)
Got some extra G's on the way up
Baby you can see I got my weight up (Mmm)
(Shun On Da Beat)
These **** try to take me down
But I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I just pulled up to your house
Baby, I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
Hey, say I been gettin' dough from long time ago
Ain't got time to joke 'cause I been on a roll
Hustle for my folks, that's who I do it for
The-these **** hoes, they don't want no smoke
I do it for the people who ain't got no hope
The ones that goin' through it, stressed and dead broke
Can't get a break and need to pray some mo'
On they last limb, tryin' to stay afloat
**** tryin' to take me down
But I'm gonna keep the Louis boots pressed to they throat
B-big ol' .4, ****, pressed in my coat
Ain't worried about it, havin' sex with a ho
You **** can't make me frown
And I'ma stay dressed down to the toe
Remember nights **** slept through the cold
Momma cryin', face wet, clothes soaked
Not no more, **** walk with my head and chest out
I used to be stressed out, but **** I'm blessed now
My momma she set now, baby you can rest now
Long as I'm livin' it won't be no let down
People upset now, but now I can flex now
When Yella come to town, yeah a **** hit the set now
Show a lil' to the ****, only thing I regret now
They used to shit on me but now show respect now
Ain't takin' no pay cut (Aye)
Lil' baby I'm caked up (Aye)
These ****, they play tough (Aye)
But I'ma go get me some paper (Aye)
I sip on lean, but you can blaze up (Aye)
Keep a big old beam for the takers (Aye)
Got some extra G's on the way up
Baby you can see I got my weight up (Mmm)
These **** try to take me down
But I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I just pulled up to your house
Baby, I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
Okay, okay, I'm on my way
C-count out the bag, go straight to the safe
These **** they Jake, that mean they fake
If you do not fuck with me you can't relate
T-t-they can't relate, that mean they hate
Baby, come here with me, come take a taste
I-if you gon' be with me, come at the A
Act a gorilla that's straight out the gate
But I cannot change up
Keep it gangsta, that's the way I came up
Ac-actin' tough'll get you banged up
These **** out here stressin', strained up
These **** keep bringin' my name up
No, I will not get you famous
Pussy **** really lame to us
Hell nah, they ain't came with us
These **** be trippin, actin' like bitches
All that lil' gossipin', get out your feelings
What the fuck are some feelings? Actin' like women
While I'm out here tryin' to run up my digits
Did you say digits? Yeah, I said digits
Y'all **** playin', tryin' to get me a ticket
E-e-everything I do, I swear it's squad business
Keep a deu-deuce in my shoe like I'm Emmitt
Ain't takin' no pay cut (Aye)
(Shun on da beat)
Lil' baby I'm caked up (Aye)
These ****, they play tough (Aye)
But I'ma go get me some paper (Aye)
I sip on lean, but you can blaze up (Aye)
Keep a big old beam for the takers (Aye)
Got some extra G's on the way up
Baby you can see I got my weight up (Mmm)
These **** try to take me down
But I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I just pulled up to your house (House)
Baby, I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
I'm on my way up (Yeah)
Written by: Lemarcus Wright, Markies Conway
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