Top Songs By Lil Scopes
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Mackaay Michel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lasse Hersloev
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Different colors, different bills
Going up, yeah now she wanna chill (Wanna chill)
Call my phone wanna go on a thrill
Cuz she see triple S at the top of the hill (Triple s)
With the gang
Yeah we roll up exotic it stank (It stank)
What you think?
Do my thing
Doing my thing, give a fuck a what you think (Give a fuck)
(Uh, yeah)
You wanna go I won't miss you
I get the cash imma do it without you
Hop in the whip, on my way to the bank
I heard a sneeze I won't bless you
I'm Going up counting my blessings
How in the hell people think I be stressing?
Going up shawty yeah that how it go
Yeah we balling we scoring no we never miss
Balling we scoring no we never miss
Yeah the gang going up yeah we counting the riches
(Woah)
They keep on asking how I did it
They Ain't got the sauce
So they sit down and watch woah
Got za in this wood we ain't match
You can't sit down and watch but Ian gonna pass
Double the cup and relax yeah I'm vibing
Doubling up on the money I'm counting
She saying I changed
Not the one As the past years
I'm a different nigga than last year
I get to the bag and I flip and double it
You get the bag fuck around then you fumble it
Yeah I can tell you that bitch we ain't the same
Do this for the money give a fuck About the fame (Yeah)
(Do this shit for the money give a fuck about the fame, yeah)
(Do this shit for the money give a fuck about the fame, yeah)
(Do this shit for the money give a fuck about the fame, yeah)
(Coming first place in the race
You ain't got different colors you ain't in the game)
Different colors, different bills
Going up, yeah now she wanna chill(Wanna chill)
Call my phone wanna go on a thrill
Cuz she see triple S at the top of the hill(Yeah)
With the gang
Yeah we roll up exotic it stank (It stank)
What you think?
Do my thing
Doing my thing, give a fuck a what You think(Give a fuck)(B)
(Uh, yeah)
You wanna go I won't miss you
I get the cash imma do it without you
Hop in the whip,on my way to the bank
I heard a sneeze I won't bless you
I'm Going up counting my blessings
How in the hell people think I be stressing?
Going up shawty yeah that's how it go
Yeah we balling we scoring no we never miss
(You wanna go I won't miss you
I get the cash imma do it without you
Hop in the whip, on my way to the bank
I heard a sneeze I won't bless you
I'm Going up counting my blessings
How in the hell people think I be stressing?
Going up shawty yeah that how it go
Yeah we balking we scoring no we never miss...)
Writer(s): Marvin Michel
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