制作
出演艺人
Money Man
声乐
作曲和作词
Retnik Beats
词曲作者
Tysen Jay Bolding
词曲作者
歌词
[Verse 1]
2K to walk in these Loubs
****, don't step on my shoes
I don't really mean to be rude
But, bitch, you fuckin' up my mood
You on the wrong team, gonna lose
**** fuckin' up my groove
Pour me a four and then snooze
Hellcat, ridin' in a ghoul
Five ****, I'ma shoot a group
Street money, I'ma get the coupe
Santa Claus, shooters on the roof
2K to slide in these Loubs
I really don't mean to be rude
But, bitch, you fuckin' up my mood
Rockin' that ice like Cube
Flexin' this check like a cool one
[Verse 2]
Flexin' the check like a cool one
I really don't fuck with these dudes
I'ma take her to the room
My charger a demon like Lucifer
Hit the sherbert and go up to Jupiter
Don't like me, the feeling is mutual
She wanna fuck me, the feeling is mutual
Nothing but hits in my catalogue
Hype up and pop me a Adderall
They like, "We see why they mad at ya"
'Cause them **** ain't got a bag at all
2K to slide in these Loubs
You on the wrong team, gonna lose
I'm on the line to Giuseppe
Ain't no question, we rock with the freshest
They like, "Your closet impressive"
30k for a skinny ass necklace
Bitches, they're ridin' on Lexus
I'm fuckin' her and the bestie
They serve me bed-and-breakfast
Might serve them a Benz
'Cause I'ma honor my team
Cartier both of my legs
My choppa my only true friend
Lil mama quit all that hassle
Don't wanna hear all that jibberish
Give me that wonderful spirit
With coke I'm gon' build me a pyramid
Got me faded like a spirit
Driving that stick with the gears
Yeah, smokin' loud, don't hear shit
20k to make an appearance
I can feel the hate in they spirit
I can feel the fake in they spirit
100k check, it just cleared
Fully loaded stick, they gon' fear it
You can hear the real in my lyrics
On the way got two twin children
Shoot a whole apartment building
Then go home and count a quarter million
[Verse 3]
2K to walk in these Loubs
****, don't step on my shoes
I don't really mean to be rude
But, bitch, you fuckin' up my mood
You on the wrong team, gonna lose
**** fuckin' up my groove
Pour me a four and then snooze
Hellcat, ridin' in a ghoul
Five ****, I'ma shoot a group
Street money, I'ma get the coupe
Santa Claus, shooters on the roof
2K to slide in these Loubs
I really don't mean to be rude
But, bitch, you fuckin' up my mood
Rockin' that ice like Cube
Flexin' this check like a cool one
Written by: Money Man
