音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
演唱
Payroll Giovanni
Payroll Giovanni
演唱
作曲和作词
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
词曲作者
Dior Giovanni Petty
Dior Giovanni Petty
词曲作者
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
词曲作者
制作和工程
Corbett
Corbett
制作人
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
制作人

歌词

Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it When we slide all choppers, they know how I'm coming Tried to hide at his momma's, they know how I'm coming Sent you a picture of her house, like come outside, dummy Spray on cologne (What's that?) That's 11,100 (Okay) The shoe on my feet, a pound a run, Dior runners (Wooh) My whole 'fit cost about ten bands All together 60 racks, I got 50 in my pants I, looked up to Payroll growin', lil' bitch I'm from the D Play with the yayo growin' up, lil' bitch I'm from the streets Lil' bro be bangin' and you know how my lil' nigga bleed Put on that mask, knock on your door, this ain't no trick or treat Them niggas out here broke, I promise I don't feel sorry You ain't show up on no money but You showed up to the party (Bankrolls) Broke ass niggas, I don't feel sorry for you Barely legally retarded, every month they boy get money, ayy Can't let no hoe get in my head 'cause ain't no hoe in me And get the fuck out asap when you get off your knees In Miami, me and Zoey on them skis We ain't out here havin' fun, we out here lookin' for some ki's, nigga I heard they floatin' 'round them water, had to come and see (I did) Clean nigga in every way but I got dirty piece (Smoke) Nigga owe me, make 'em roll and he gon' work for free (On gang) You cut me off, it hurt but you hurt yourself more than me (Bitch) Niggas praise and respect too much hoe shit (Too much hoe shit) He too friendly with the opps, get 'em both zip (Get 'em both) Hot nigga, keep a cold bitch, froze rich Granny called like, "You on the news" I'm like, "Oh shit" Let me hit that shit Now you just say you fucked a killer bitch (Bitch) They ain't with us, they against us, fuck them niggas bitch (Fuck 'em) Jumpin' out that Benz truck with the cutter nigga (Grrra) 'Cause every day it's a new reason not to trust these niggas Ain't nobody gettin' away with doin' no bitch shit (At all) I don't drink 'cause I get drunk and I talk big shit Sneak dissin' won't do shit but get your bitch hit When you see me shut your mouth or get your shit split (Boy) Do my dirt by myself don't need assistance (Don't need assistance) You hatin' me and I don't know that you exist, bitch (Don't even know) She text her homegirl like, "Look at wrist, bitch" She text back, "I seen him first, get off his dick, bitch" Criminal or millionaires, nigga I'm both When you come from that, they follow you, you know how it go I know exactly where I'm from and who I am, I ain't ashamed But the love ain't the same after fame, that's a shame I be fresh but I ain't Gunna, give a fuck about no clothes Swear I care 'bout everything but give a fuck about no hoe Listen we is not the same, you say, "Door", I say, "Dough" You say, "Floor", I say, "Flow", you say, "For sure", I say "Fasho" Niggas diss rap niggas but they don't show up to no show Your momma must've been a hoe 'cause you call everybody bro I only wanna hit her 'cause she thinkin' she fine Looks matter, shit if God don't like ugly, why should I? (Ayy bitch) Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it (They know) When we slide all choppers, they know how I'm coming (They know) Tried to hide at his momma's, they know how I'm coming (What?) Sent you a picture of her house, like come outside, dummy (Grrra) When you see me, I'm with the same team And I still got my clientele from my mid-teens Gotta watch for them people, they tryna pin kings If they livin' like kingpins, what's a legit dreams? I started out small time but I had big dreams I used to nickel and dime, right on my ten speed She compare the man to Pay, I told her, "Bitch, please" You begged the hoe to stay, I told her, "Bitch, leave" This watch over 30K, this a brick sleeve This some small benefit when you big league You flipped the script on your people, I just filp G's I used to fill fiends needles, now they feelin' me They like, "Oh yeah, finkle in this bitch" If his watch melt, we gon' be sinkin' in this bitch The game natural to me, I be seasonin' this shit You just in the way, what is your reason to exist? Three niggas with me but we leavin' in the six Might see me on fire, might fling from a flip Smellin' like new money, reekin' through a fit Count money, stash money then retreat to a trip (Nigga)
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Dior Giovanni Petty, Terry Sanchez Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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