制作
出演艺人
Babyface Ray
声乐
作曲和作词
Travis Pittman
词曲作者
Marcellus Register
词曲作者
制作和工程
4amjuno
制作人
BRVDO
制作人
Peter A. Barker
母带工程师
Jacob Stewart
助理混音工程师
Cezar Barretto
助理混音工程师
歌词
[Intro]
Cuz
Smush just signed the deal, cuz
20 mill'
20 mill', cuz, we on
These **** broke, cuz, come on
What we doin', cuz?
Smush need the whole wall, you hear me?
Smush need the whole wall
Aye, cuz, what you need?
Tell, tell, tell muhfucker what you need
What you need, cuz?
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma—
Bitch, you can have whatever you want
We havin' that shit, yeah
We got Glocks and cash, you bitch-ass **** ain't spendin' money
What I'ma do?
And matter of fact, give me every size in this muhfucker
I'ma do a charity for these broke-ass ****
You **** ain't spendin' money like Smush
I just signed a deal, hahaha
[Verse 1]
Ask the streets 'bout who havin' digits, been havin' them bitches
AP, hotel, the fabric different, my swag ridiculous
I told her digits, she good to go, that's what she here for
I'm crashing out when it come to family, just like Toretto
She caught me vibin' at Ocean Prime and pulled the chair close
I come through foolish, I told the valet I'm Shawty L-O
The Wocky pint in the Maybach fridge, you know I'm ghetto
I make a million off every CD, why would I let up?
Hmm, yeah
Pape' from the game, changed ****, still the same ****
God bless, damn, excuse me, Lord, it's the painkillers
Out in Vegas, litty like the strip, look at how the chain hit
I done slaved, now I'm gettin' paid, how amazing
I don't save, but I'm givin' game, damn near raised bitches
Blood, sweat, tears just like Blade, damn, we made it
Layin' down ideas at the crib, getting faded
****, I don't got a opp, spend your budget on a watch
Kid you not, it's courtside, **** callin' from the top
Diamonds hitting HD, stare too long, leave you blind
Got this **** bitch I'm fucking, I record it every time
And today we in the water, we departing from the dock
Out in Florida like a Z on the beach blowing za
****, I don't trust a soul, that's how Richard Porter died
I done planted all the seeds, now the gang immortal now
And when the storm come, maneuver through it like I'm Noah
Have some business out in LA, I'm just doing lunch at Boa
Bought a Mongoose for the covers, can't get on it
Told my bitch I'm rich, she quit, her job ain't even noticed
**** poppin' shit while he at mines, he little Jody
Let this **** see it with his eyes, he still don't want it
I got north to south to east to west, the city know
Most my **** get them bitches clean, the greedy on
Most you guys entertainers and it be like that
A1 say he feel my shit the most, because he see my rap
Know the owner, coaches, and the players, custom Louis bag
Her lil' choosy ass, I slice her once and threw her back
You want to stand right here, then you gon' need a movie pass
All this paper I blew, my mom'll have a heart attack
Pop outside these lames, you **** ain't touch the quarterback
Hunnid-fifty thousand, ****, that's my lawyer tab
'Cuzzo seen the tabs, I had to give them 20 cash
**** burning bridges, I don't even want the money back
How's he a plug and he ain't sent the hunnid pack?
How you run them streets and you ain't got a hunnid yet?
Pause that work and school, then I ain't never coming back
Written by: Marcellus Rayvon Register, Travis Pittman

