Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Smiff
Mike Smiff
Songwriter
Samuel S Bunch
Samuel S Bunch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Georgia Gurt
Georgia Gurt
Producer

Lyrics

I had to make me a profit I had to switch up the topic These bitches say ima trip I took a trip to the tropics I keep that thing on my hip Run up on me ima pop it I kno they want me to slip I know they wish I would stop it I had to make me a profit I had to make me a profit 30 on top of the dresser Chopper in back of the closet I had to make me a profit I had to make me a profit Laugh all the way to the bank I had to make a deposit I don't want nothing but bread If that bitch a thot Ion want nothing but head But if her pussy clean and she fed We fuck everywhere But on top of the bed When I see a opp then it's red You can't post on ya block It's dead now you copping a plea Like you don't want no beef But that's not what you said You must wanna get hit with this Lead I might hop out with a too-lie I might shoot up yo block Like a movie you be talking a lot It don't move me I don't be fucking with fakes You from where I'm from Then you know bout the snakes They want ya place Smile in ya face They do whatever it takes I really come from the breaks I Had to run from the jakes I had To learn from mistakes You got misses then makes I don't do kisses or dates I'm having business debates done Deal done deal as long as the Business is straight I had to make me a profit I had to switch up the topic These bitches say ima trip I took a trip to the tropics I keep that thing on my hip Run up on me ima pop it I kno they want me to slip I know they wish I would stop it I had to make me a profit I had to make me a profit 30 on top of the dresser Chopper in back of the closet I had to make me a profit I had to make me a profit Laugh all the way to the bank I had to make a deposit We ain't taking no losses Nigga hustle for the profit You say just wanna fuck I say bitch you must be a prophet You nigga getting racks Fuck with me you gone profit You took a picture with a rat Boy you must finna crop it You took the stand on ya mans Ain't no coming back If I had one prayer Bitch I pray you get wack Free Craig free Phats free Pop Free Pat they gave Marcel life I pray he give that time back In my hood I'm Mufasa What I say it's the Gospel No weapon that's formed Against me shall prosper Nigga's know how we rocking Prayed up but we mobbing Pull up them mops but we ain't doing no mopping
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