音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
JasonMartin
表演者
Jack Harlow
表演者
Jay Rock
表演者
作曲和作词
Jack Harlow
词曲作者
Jason Martin
词曲作者
Johnny McKinzie
词曲作者
制作和工程
JasonMartin
制作人
Jason Martin
制作人
2fo
制作人
Mike & Keys
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
It ain't nothing to a boss
Them fellas you be with, they got you huffing the exhaust
Wonder how we do it, man, it's something in the sauce
Butterflies in my stomach when she touching on my draws
All my brothers dressing like they coming out the clos'
Probably why we starting up discussions when we floss
Quite the contrary, though, we busting on your broads
We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em and don't call
Like some, like some motherfucking dawgs
That's just how I'm living, it ain't nothing we was taught
Or maybe shit it was, I guess I'm gon' give it some thought
I need cash in the bank until it's bussing out the vault
They don't wanna see me ball
Came up out the city, had 'em cussing at the walls
I'm just a youngin with some flaws
I got people taking pictures while I'm strutting through the mall
[Verse 2]
They in pasta with the sauce
That's why they got robbed, repercussion when they floss
Get your mind right, disconnect from all the marks
Friend or foe, you can't make that selection with your heart
Pray we never take another loss
Never had to pay for no protection from the parks
While you the type that's scared of your reflection in the dark
You got any misconceptions, let's address it from the start, ****
Baby hoping that I plug
If I hit her with it, bet she act like she in love
These **** in they feelings, boy, I blame it on the drugs
Compton, California get to knocking if you buck, bruh
Diamond Lane, throw it up
Grinding with precision, keep the gang going up
Grammys or the gram, we ain't stunting for no flick shit
But we still do it for the cam, shout out to Dipset
[Verse 3]
Stop playing
It ain't nothing to a boss
Them fellas you be with, they got you huffing the exhaust
Wonder how we do it, man, it's something in the sauce
Butterflies in my stomach when she touching on my draws
All my brothers dressing like they coming out the clos'
Probably why we starting up discussions when we floss
Quite the contrary, though, we busting on your broads
We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em and don't call
Like some, like some motherfucking dawgs
That's just how I'm living, it ain't nothing we was taught
Or maybe shit it was, I guess I'm gon' give it some thought
I need cash in the bank until it's bussing out the vault
They don't wanna see me ball
Came up out the city, had 'em cussing at the walls
I'm just a youngin with some flaws
I got people taking pictures while I'm strutting through the mall
[Verse 4]
I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit
Like a **** state to state with a bag of bricks
He know possible he can get cracked with this
But i'm on my midnight train, on my Gladys shit
Peep though, get it bracking for my establishment
Under full court pressure, fade back and swish
B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport
Keep a lawyer on retainer so I'm smiling in court
Hero, be surprised what a hundred dollar bill'll do
Meet your demise pillow talking to community property
If you got all the lottery and you bought all the property
It's a pussy monopoly
Better wake up, better recognize what time it is today
Whole time gotta survive, that's the play
It seems like I'm only, like, two bars away
East side, five star like I'm on GTA, Johnny
Written by: DAWOYNE LAWSON, Jack Harlow, Jason Martin, John Groover, Johnny McKinzie, Michael Ray Cox Jr.