Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trece Vee
Trece Vee
Songwriter
DroTheWhale
DroTheWhale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trece Vee
Trece Vee
Producer

Lyrics

If I got me a Rolls Royce then what I need with Mercedes And If I got a fan base then why I need ya label Look if I got my own bitch then why I need yo lady And If I got my own bread then why I need yo paper Now Look i got my own brain it's gon be tuff to persuade me Unless it's interviews at shady aint no nigga can sway me I got the answers I'm just runnin up the tab on me increase the ransom nigga I just want when niggas see me to know I ain't a random I'm a Handsome nigga, try me if you nuts end up in planters dawg My name just growin' bigger and bigger that be the cancer for your soul Swear niggas buggin they think they handling the smoke Praise to the women that had to handle me the most Time to take our timely photo Team on my back Smile here, quasi Moto Thinking about all the times that Didn't fold Hand the 2-8 Thought I had a royal flush Took they money tho Bought me a chicken cutlet With the mango Arizona (Yea) Cleared my whole mind It was crystal Kicked back I'm aint gnna Tell you how To hustle Switch back 9-5 aint no time Fuss Think of giving back Handing triple doubles Like I'm Russ Time rolling it back Praying to my angels Bout the dust Mind in the cages Im a thug Manipulating time Gotta get my head Out the gutter Stimulated rhymes State to state Dms Looking Like connect the dot Bought stock Never thought That I buy a stock Switched to T-Mobile Yea he got a problem Dropped out of school Gotta Give me props Dead broker Communication Is that the antitode Never understood what The problem is I think I'm going Crazy just to understand peoples motives Im losing hope Yea juice roll another one Feeling kind low Bet they ain't even know they was handling a goat Kept my confidence tucked away like a hammer in my coat Knowin they was gon ride my wave like they sailin on a boat I'm the nigga they love to hate but surveilling the most Cetaceans on my body swear I love it here Y'all Niggas lookin new to this i been true for some dozens yeah I see y'all tryna surf with orca they think the waters clear See if they keep up imma kick this shit to another gear Niggas think this hobby Man the hunters here Dem niggas thought this shit was a comedy Run 100% tears Brooklyn stand up The come up is here Look to future The time the passes From seconds to years Words From my hubris Confident as they come. I promise niggas don't want it here I'm shining like I'm 1 with the sun and been for a hunnit years The hunger's here and I been feelin like the funds are near I'm needed for at least 5 summers yea Holding all the cards I'm the joker When the line is near Summer said she still over it Gotta shorties scared Time to stack it up Cuffing season here Time to the pack it up
Writer(s): Trece Vee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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