制作
出演艺人
Tevin Smith
说唱
作曲和作词
Tevin Smith
词曲作者
制作和工程
Tevin Smith
混音工程师
歌词
(LavishThatsTooHot, LavishThatsTooHot)
It's Thirty, what up? (NickeyP)
How you feelin' Nickey?
Huh, —, I never had, alright, come on
I don't know what I'm gon' say, I'm just sayin' anythin'
Hm, I got two phones, two pints and two Glocks
Hit different when a gun go off, you don't know who shot
Huh, I just sent Tay to the store to go grab two pops
Hm, I didn't know who my dad was, I got like two pops
Hm, baby said I look good when I wear pink pants
And I start to feel good when I pop pink tens
Huh, you ever see me move my shoulders? This my seat dance
If your bitch comin' to my crib, I'm not gon' see pants
Hm, I won't never leave my house without my Gman
She said she don't wanna go back home no more, she got a cheap man
Hm, I ain't met Future once, but I got Freebandz
Hm, ain't no puttin' a key in my door, I got a keypad
Hm, I see the light tryna turn red, I gotta speed past
Hm, once them bullets hit, you gon' need more than a heat pad
Hm, if I ever tossed you a bag, it was a clean pass
Hm, I like blue and pink, do not pay me in green cash
Hm, I had to take mini pause, I ate a bag of chips
Hm, all I gotta do is smile for me to bag a bitch
Hm, whenever it's some hoes around, I gotta grab a fifth
Hm, shut up bitch, take a shot, I didn't ask you shit
Hm, I don't think that drink yours, you gotta ask to sip
Hm, you ain't even comfortable, why you ask to sit?
Hm, right now I can't fit my watch, I got a padded wrist
Huh, she like, "When you gettin' off?", I'm finna rap 'til 6
Like, I can't go to sleep 'cause I ain't rich yet
I don't think you sell more dope than me, let's have a brick fest
Hm, how the fuck her ass small? She got a big chest
Hm, I just pull up and be me, fuck who I impress
Huh, I do not bench press
Huh, I only invest
Huh, you do not get checks
Huh, go get your kids dressed
Huh, I take big steps
Huh, I got a Kriss Vec
Huh, where my switch at?
Huh, I haven't missed yet
Huh, I can't leave my dog alone, I got a sick pet
Huh, I thank the Lord, I don't know how I passed a piss test
Huh, if I was ever at your crib, I would've been left
Huh, fuck I'ma chase you, I can barely walk up six steps
****, that's what I bought the laser for
Soon as I get inside my car, I'm finna drop a crazy four
Mikey copped a old school, I think he got a '84
You'on never wanna get on top, bitch, you a lazy whore
Hm, I don't got a plug, I chopped the cable cord
I don't wanna hear how you went broke, bitch, you broke, save the story
Hm, I work so much, bitch, I'll make a label poor
Ain't no way you finna lock me out, bitch, I'll break the door
Hm, I just got a heavy hammer, it came from Thor
Hm, right now I'm higher than a bitch, I can't record
Huh, she like, "Why it smell so loud?", I came wit' noise
I don't care how fire you think this shit is, he ain't the Boyz
Come on, ****
Real Money Counter, MINE shit, bitch
Like you gotta be one of us to shit, yeah (It's Thirty)
Written by: Tevin Smith