Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Rounds
Cody Rounds
Composer
Jordan Fulton
Jordan Fulton
Composer
Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Rashaad Green
Rashaad Green
Composer
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tntxd
Tntxd
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Cxdy
Cxdy
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Jordan Fulton
Jordan Fulton
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Shaad K Rounds
Producer

Lyrics

Pipe that shit up, TNT Shit I got K1 Niggas started to hate when I started to shine Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close 'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin' In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke Ain't no way could you get my plate After you showed so many flaws Cannot love for me, you don't love yourself You don't know how special you are Ain't no way could I be fake How I played the game so raw When I was posted at that corner store I ain't think I would make it this far But I did, bitch, yeah, I did Wasn't tryna flex I bought my Aventador to live Life the greatest Earned my stripes, they hate it Give no fucks, I made it My drip the latest Probably somewhere fuckin' on the baddest I don't even know the bitch but I make her call me daddy I don't even know her but she make me feel happy And how I'm fuckin' on her, woulda thought I was mad at her Niggas started to hate when I started to shine Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close 'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin' In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke Ain't no point in you even tryna cry Ain't no point explaining if you gon' lie I done gave you chances time after time But you just can't seem to get nothin' right You a thot bitch, you wanna fuck all night You a thot bitch, know you can't be my wife 'Fore I go and chill with you, I'd rather go and shoot dice Only time a nigga nice, when I wanna lay pipe I'ma put her on a flight But I won't take her out her night Girl, I'mma fuck you right But I'm not 'bout to change your life I'm not 'bout to change your life No, I can't do that Soon as we fuck I'm sending you back Thought I lost, girl, look how I floss Stepping in Balenci's, we shop at Ross And I ain't worried about the price, baby, I can pay the cost Young spoiled ass nigga, got designer on my drawers Niggas started to hate when I started to shine Lost ties with a couple of niggas that I loved the most If I knew you finna do me dirty, I wouldn't have let you close 'Posed to wanna see me ball but hate it when I score I'm getting paid 'cause I been grindin' In and out of state, I'm jumping back from coast to coast Only worried about the dough, ain't worried about a hoe I ain't cutting a check with you, hoe, you could die broke
Writer(s): Pierre Delince, Cody Rounds, Jordan Bernard Fulton, Thomas Horton, Rashaad Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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