制作

出演艺人
Baby Money
Baby Money
表演者
作曲和作词
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
作词
Malik Matthis
Malik Matthis
作曲
制作和工程
Southside Rich
Southside Rich
制作人
1800it
1800it
混音工程师
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
母带工程师

歌词

[Intro]
Fuck everybody
Southside shit
[Chorus]
Six hundred for a zip, yeah, that's rapper weed
But I know the **** with it, so I get it cheap
That's yo' bitch right now, you fucked her after me
I hit everything I want, I got accuracy
I like my cars like my watches, shit, factory
What the fuck is twenty thousand? Won't last a week
Remember hitting ****' crib, we'll crash the Jeep
Now we cashing Jeeps
Y'all can't laugh at me
[Verse 1]
I'll take his bitch and paint her face like it's a masterpiece
I told them ****, tag his head, but they tagged his feet
My man sitting behind a wall, he can't ask to leave
I stack his cheese while he gone because the bag on me
A hood **** clip full, but the gas on E
Give a bitch a make over, got cash OD
Pay for her hair, make sure her finger nails match her feet
Stick in her purse, so I make sure every bag on fleet
You know we make bought the whole crop when the bag come cheap
****, just off four block, it won't last a week
All I did was stack my cheese, why **** mad at me?
Fifty plain Jane watches go cash a fleet
[Chorus]
Six hundred for a zip, yeah, that's rapper weed
But I know the **** with it, so I get it cheap
That's yo' bitch right now, you fucked her after me
I hit everything I want, I got accuracy
I like my cars like my watches, shit, factory
What the fuck is twenty thousand? Won't last a week
Remember hitting ****' crib, we'll crash the Jeep
Now we cashing Jeeps
Y'all can't laugh at me
[Verse 2]
You gotta hustle for your goals, **** stack your cheese
Remember taking all them Ls, I got back off Ps
I'm tailored made, I'm watch them **** serve crack like weed
It's bloodshed at every time **** lack, I squeeze
They ain't eating, they got a plate of black eye peas
I used to hit the road, scamming with fake IDs
I know **** that got rich off fake RPs
How can I stop boy this really how we make our cheese
Sacrifice all my pawns to take y'all Kings
This a eight, all clean, hundred racks came in sleeves
Parked the foreign at the crib, we came in sleeves
This lemon cherry in my chest, I can't even breathe
[Chorus]
Six hundred for a zip, yeah, that's rapper weed
But I know the **** with it, so I get it cheap
That's yo' bitch right now, you fucked her after me
I hit everything I want, I got accuracy
I like my cars like my watches, shit, factory
What the fuck is twenty thousand? Won't last a week
Remember hitting ****' crib, we'll crash the Jeep
Now we cashing Jeeps
Y'all can't laugh at me
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Malik Matthis
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