Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Squarebizznes Cliff
Performer
The Kid Bootz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CLIFFORD MCCONLEY
Songwriter
Marques Neely
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Delon Tynes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Momma didn't raise no fool
Squarebizznes Cliff
Skip the steps yeaahhh
Y'all know what the fuck it is
They know what it is
Kid Bootz and Squarebizznes
We in here
I could've bought me a Wraith
I put them racks in a safe
I know these niggas gone hate
I keep 'em outta my face
Young nigga just trying to have something
When I was broke I ain't have nothing
Ran up a check now the trap jumping
Big thooka on deck i'ma smoke something
I could've bought me a Wraith
I put them racks in a safe
I know these niggas gone hate
I keep 'em outta my face
Young nigga just trying to have something
When I was broke I ain't have nothing
Ran up a check now the trap jumping
Big thooka on deck i'ma smoke something
The Kid Bootz
Could've bought the new whip and said out with the old
Young hot boy I was out in the cold
Put a seed in the spot on the block if it grows
We gone be on the top of the shops and the sto's
So now I just plot on my options and goals
I only want the gwap but it's obstacles though
I can see it but you can't like yo opticals gone
You should have seen it from afar like binoculars homes
I'm trying to get a safe plus some stocks and some homes
For the whole team I will not be alone
We all trying to eat and if you hating on me
When it comes to the feast we will not leave a crumb
Not be a bum do my thang just to run it up
If you ain't lookin for the change you ain't one of us
Only thanking bout the gwap cause i done been without
And i'm only just trying to see what the money does
I could've bought me a Wraith
I put them racks in a safe
I know these niggas gone hate
I keep 'em outta my face
Young nigga just trying to have something
When I was broke I ain't have nothing
Ran up a check now the trap jumping
Big thooka on deck i'ma smoke something
I could've bought me a Wraith
I put them racks in a safe
I know these niggas gone hate
I keep 'em outta my face
Young nigga just trying to have something
When I was broke I ain't have nothing
Ran up a check now the trap jumping
Big thooka on deck i'ma smoke something
Squarebizznes Cliff
I fuck with them them bitches that get the money
They be flexing and they thumbing hundreds
Blow a check my bitch keep it coming
If they talking money im'a come a running
If you broke you's a fucking dummy
Got the game wrapped like a mummy
Everything stiff we gone keep it 100
I'm having everything I wanted
Real bitches can't get enough of me
Fake hoes they can't get no love from me
My bitches is rolling up nothing but gas
Please put away all that huckabee
I'm really on shine like a flashlight
Young nigga trying to get the bag right
Could have bought me a Wraith off the trap sight
Try to play with my funds then it's night night
I could've bought me a Wraith
I put them racks in a safe
I know these niggas gone hate
I keep 'em outta my face
Young nigga just trying to have something
When I was broke I ain't have nothing
Ran up a check now the trap jumping
Big thooka on deck i'ma smoke something
I could've bought me a Wraith
I put them racks in a safe
I know these niggas gone hate
I keep 'em outta my face
Young nigga just trying to have something
When I was broke I ain't have nothing
Ran up a check now the trap jumping
Big thooka on deck i'ma smoke something
Writer(s): Kevin Hilliman
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