積分

詞曲
Byron Hubbard
Byron Hubbard
作曲
Alexis Cannon
Alexis Cannon
詞曲創作
Kenneth Ray Alexander Jr.
Kenneth Ray Alexander Jr.
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Trackburna
Trackburna
製作人

歌詞

What’s the word gotta stand up with my chest
Fly as a bird but I rarely leave my nest (my)
I had emerged now im coming for every little cent
I was 15 tatt hood my chest know I got to represent
I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout money it don’t make any sense
I got no heart they toke it from me I come from out the trench
Thought it was over but I told them that we just beginning
I toke some losses but ima man got to take it to the chin
Pull up in the six speed, make em unzip real quick
Tow cups cause a bitch like to sip sip
I can do the whole thing for the city bitch
Imma b-b-b-b-boss
Gucci to her toes
Wasabi sushi rolls
I took it home where she knows anything goes
Thought she was out
But she safe, shawty made splash when I touched home plate
I think she got spooked, the pistol on my dresser
Baby I’m gangster, way behind schedule
She hates that I’m out late, gets no sleep,
I'm the plug, I'm the outlet, don't play safe
I take that risk so I make that bank
Baby I'm the Cannon, and pull up with the tanks
What’s the word gotta stand up with my chest
Fly as a bird but I rarely leave my nest (my)
I had emerged now im coming for every little cent
I was 15 tatt hood my chest know I got to represent
I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout money it don’t make any sense
I got no heart they toke it from me I come from out the trench
Thought it was over but I told them that we just beginning
I toke some losses but ima man got to take it to the chin
Written by: Alexis Cannon, Byron Hubbard, Kenneth Ray Alexander Jr.
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