歌词
作词 : Taizhe Tsui
作曲 : Taizhe Tsui
Produced by: yz虎
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
Yeah, aye
Count one two
Shit got intense like World War II, yeah
Runnin’ ‘round lions and tigers and bears, woah
Set them on loose, yeah, aye
Hop in the coupe
Guess that shit finna mean somethin’ to you, yeah
But I had to keep my head on the swivel
Since there ain’t much for me to choose, yeah, aye
Who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot
If it ain’t me, neither could you, yeah
Bitch, who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot
If it ain’t me-, yeah
Aye, shawty she bad, when I see you walkin’ in, know you want attention, wait
I ain’t really into judgin’ but look at you, this shit some obvious intentions, aye
Claim that she always been a fan of my homie Z, know he got a mansion, wait
Never ever heard a song till I paid the check and start up the engine, wait, yeah
Guess we all livin’ a fast life, okay
That why I can’t makin’ no love songs, man I don’t do fast writin’, Ion’t hate it
And why I can’t makin’ no thug songs, ‘less we makin’ some cash, right? Ion’t take it
No second thoughts, you better act right
Shit, just look at that ass tight, okay
Count one two
Shit got intense like World War II, yeah
Runnin’ ‘round lions and tigers and bears, woah
Set them on loose, yeah, aye
Hop in the coupe
Guess that shit finna mean somethin’ to you, yeah
But I had to keep my head on the swivel
Since there ain’t much for me to choose, yeah, aye
Who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot
If it ain’t me, neither could you, yeah
Bitch, who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot, yeah, aye
Who get the loot
If it ain’t me-, ugh
Look, tell me you need me, yeah
Now go ‘head and tell me you need me, yeah
Tell us we goin on tours, is yours, thus we just gon’ sign this lil treaty, yeah
We gonna put you on shows, just go for it, catch an opp’ when you can, yeah
Never would I though it twice, this life is changin’, man I don’t give a damn, yeah
Now, hollerin’ gimmie the loot, yeah
If you better gimmie some juice, yeah
Till that boy realizin’ all he’s fantasizin’ never camin’ true, yeah
Streamin’ monopolistic over couple digits, you got nothin’ to loose, yeah
If they fine you ass, know the joke is on you
Now tell me bout it, boy, who get the-
Shit
So, part of that is just like, you know
that’s my, that’s my-my resume
But as far as the media, they look at somethin’ different
They don’t care about my resume
They don’t care bout me not gettin’ in trouble
It’s just another story, you know
And it-it’s a real story, they don’t have to pay for it, and
They gon’ milk it for all its worth
As far as people, they want me
When they first see me, to humble myself
They want me to be like this and that-
Just because they’re scared of me
But I don’t feel like that’s my job to humble myself
To show you that I’m not a threat
I’m not a threat, unless you a threat to me