LYRICS
作词 : Robert Williams/Symere Woods/Nikolas Papamitrou/Alexander Papamitrou
作曲 : Robert Williams/Symere Woods/Nikolas Papamitrou/Alexander Papamitrou
制作人 : Xander/Nick Papz
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
Yeah
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a little bit more
Turn me up Cruiz
So many mother****ing hundreds you gotta make a part two
I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I know my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I make the proportion to my hitters
I told them to knock me down if you owe me
I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' them, get 'em
We movin' with Glock, pounds and the .40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Where did the shit scene niggas cracked on me
When it got real, time to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on 'em
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, I put in a casket
And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his funeral and I told his momma
Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em
I love you nigga, right there with the iron
And I ain't surprised you ain't ridin' for us
How would you feel if you bust some mills with some niggas
And they switch side on you? How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't tell if the law real
If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel
And you ain't rich nigga, your stash gon' pay my drug bill
Pussy
Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' in expensive rain
Now got expensive chain
He got drug money (Yeah), that's expensive game (Yeah)
I got expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi, that's an expensive name
I'm goin hard and my back to the wall
I was like Derek, just pumpin' and fakin'
There's no way they matchin' me off
Who really gon' me and we gettin' busy
And we rappers when we ball
I won't even brag this, I go triple platinum
And they said that was an award, eh
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Millie
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field with them late nights
Off Benadryl with them great whites locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was rich nigga in the prison
I was showin' up when niggas weren't ridin'
I was rich nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I watchin' moves
Yeah, the brokest nigga in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't
I was hard headed, I ain't listen
Got a dad that never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this
I spend some money, and keep doin' me favors and give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
Why every time niggas talk about me and it's bad
They keep comin' to you?
I never got that part
Nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to me like lil' hoe ass nigga
I'll slap the shit out you, **** it
Woo
Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids
My homie a opp, but he know I watch
So you know that I'm ready, I comin'
We done went up on these niggas like seventy-nothin'
They talkin' 'bout body, we talkin' 'bout mans
We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the building
You know how I live
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy
Don't look how I you know I ain't slippin'
? one of my savage niggas, you know I ain't trippin'
And I can't get it 'storted, I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with twenty, we totin' and pimpin'
It's **** with the knee stain
I be just be laughin' to the bank
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist
And this bitch look like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen whippin' Hannah Montana
Like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hunnid million dollars on these niggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, but that bitch in love with me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dumpin' me
I‘m not playin’ no bitch have run on me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich
Every time that we ****, she don't mean none to me
录音 : Ben Thomas
混音师 : Anthony Cruz/James Royo
编程 : Xander/Nick Papz
母带工程师 : Jess Jackson
人声 : Meek Mill