Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Babacar James Campbell
Songwriter
Kyle Garvan
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea
Let's fucking get it nigga'
Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose
(I finned to loose)
You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze
(Sit back and watch it ooze)
Heard they sleeping on me
Fuck it let em' snooze
Fuck it let em' snooze
Fuck it let em' snooze
Yea
Fuck it let em' snooze
Yea
Automatic motor mouth flow
That's what they want hoe
Know some niggas tha' keep the fifth on em'
Call em flacco
My niggas ready for how ever
That it might go
Ever see em' coming better scurry out the backdoor
Tough talking niggas quick to squash beef
Back pedal dance like they Michael
Funny how them fat checks cashed by your mouth
Coming back to bite you
Pay attention to these words uttered they're insightful
Might you have thought since you have money
That you could buy some respect
Thought you bought her heart
But only purchased the sex
Meanwhile I'm turning over every rock
On this lonely road to finding my nitch
Every track bodied tossed in a ditch
Wit' Poetic flips
Who woulda' thought
Langston Hughes woulda' morphed into this
Returning with the fix
Fiends missing skin from the itch
For this verses got em' line up outside the building like bodi
Still young in da' game
But I'm taking over like Kobe
Can't no Shaq' hold me
Ask destiny
Bet she say greatness is what she owe me
Pray the lord to my blessings she goin' lead me
Cuz' the straight path
I dun' chose to Walkman
Like a Sony
Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose
You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze
Heard they sleeping on me
Fuck it let em' snooze
Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose
You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze
Heard they sleeping on me
Fuck it let em' snooze
Fuck it let em' snooze
Fuck it let em' snooze
Bitch I got the juice
Bitch I got the juice
Got em' sauced with the bars like I'm serving boos
Got em' sauced with the bars like I'm serving boos
Bitch I got the juice
Bitch I got the juice
I can't be cool with being broke
We different type of dudes
Plus hunger and focus
Got me plotting on precise moves
Plus for the job
You can bet I got the right tools
The lord sent the word down
That's what give me fuel
The formula simple in fact
Keep it a 100 with me a 100 watchu' get back
I ain't with the chit chat
Steady yapping bout' some plans
Never fucking acting on em'
Me and money said our vowels
It's Holy matrimony
Every day I wake the most gracious
Who I give the glory
Then I'm back
On the hunt for them dividends
Once I stack it Eiffel high
Chill and do the money dance
Then I realize every time I do
So does Uncle Sam
Robbing me in broad day light without out a gun in hand
He don't know the efforts I put in to get them fucking bands
But fuck it though
Stack some more
Build some more
Back in my land
Then I watch the money make it self
Like I fucking cloned hoe
Yea
Niggas talking shit but I ain't finned to loose
You see it's oil I dun' struck sit back and watch it ooze
I heard they sleeping on me
Fuck it let em' snooze
Fuck it let em' snooze
Fuck it let em' snooze
Writer(s): Babacar Campbell
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