Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DeAnthony hall
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
samonthebeat
Producer
Dwillproducedit
Producer
Lyrics
Ayy
For all my followers out there
You gotta get money
You gotta get the bag
Running out the stand
Yeah, I see you baby
I wanna take a trip with a bitch with no mileage
The fact that I think that don't exist, I must be childish
I don't do the boats but we can fly to an island
Actions speak louder, nigga, I hate it when she silent
Off-white kicks, we ain't tryna kick it
Told that bitch to go eat a dick then she tried to kiss me
Euro stepped round that shit, I got the game from penny
Quick to cut ties and free her ass like her name was Willy
You niggas fold like origami, I ain't never lied
Sliding in a bucket but this bullet leave em petrified
Aiming for his head even though we never get a prize
Just dropped her on the blade, now she looking for a ride
Same shoes, black forces, get the money right
Like I hit the lotto, bitches twerking 'til the sun arrive
I gotta keep solid, all that faking shit ain't none of mines
Lion on my neck and my belt, I'm one of a kind
Diamond hoodie on, what's your name? Seen the face, never mind
I'm usually down to fade but this 9 outta line
Bad bitch ate my dick, said it was nine outta nine
Don't get ya grape busted tryna do it for the vine (what the fuck?)
Ayy, tryna do it for the vine
You won't make it to the top if you didn't stay down for the climb
Six hoes hit my phone and I declined six times
Bringing nothing to the table, I could tell that was a sign (you broke as fuck)
Ayy, I can tell that was a sign
Six foes in my phone, hit 'em down six times
I ain't trippin off a chick, had to get my money right
Ayy, ayy, had to get the money right
Fuck the opposition, here's a proposition
Get money, shit on you niggas, I had no pot to piss in
Call this Glock, "Pop", when it go off, son, you better listen
The bitch get cancelled like a show so I don't ever miss it
Ayy, so I don't ever miss it
My 40 got corona, when it sneeze, better keep your distance
Told bottom bitch to check her balance but I am not a gymnast
She wanna DJ Unk and walk it out, that mean she with the bidness
Ayy, that mean she with the bidness
Caught 'em loafing, slipping, took the bread, I'm the only witnesses
Funny how niggas think they him, undercover snitching
Really balling underneath the rim and we all know he did it (you's a rat nigga)
Off-white kicks, we ain't tryna kick it
Told that bitch to go eat a dick then she tried to kiss me
Euro stepped round that shit, I got the game from penny
Quick to cut ties and free her ass like her name was Willy
Off-white kicks, we ain't tryna kick it
Told that bitch to go eat a dick then she tried to kiss me
Euro stepped round that shit, I got the game from penny
Quick to cut ties and free her ass like her name was Willy
What the fuck
What the fuck
Writer(s): Deanthony Hall
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