Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Cuero
Songwriter
Rylouis Nicolas
Songwriter
Yuta Onishi
Songwriter
Lyrics
(I ain't finna tell y'all how Ry got away with this shit)
Been said I was born to win, so I know that this shit my birthright
I'm fuckin' this bitch cause her curves right
They caught up again, they can't move right
I'm a picky man, if I fuck that hoe, then you know that I blessed her, gesundheit
Stone heart, I don't fuck with nobody, only my brothers
We had some fallouts along the way, them boys were goofy
We had to go take out the clutter
Got no security, I got my homies
Brodie be packin' the dust he a dummy
Run up and they pull the trigger just trust me
Hop out the Range, just like a bunny
Cloudy outside but my diamonds be sunny
Need me a wifey, these bitches all want me
I been the man even when I had no money
Apply some pressure and the fake ones act funny
Drippin' so hard, I got reign like a king
I'm calling this bitch, she gon' pick up ring ring
I nap in that pussy, I'm feelin' her cream
Lover boy, but I still fuck up the scene
Yeah, always had a roof over my head, but I know bricks move
You know it's crazy when you need some money
And do some shit you thought you'd never do
No, I can't be showin' no love, they be takin advantage
Outta sight you cannot see from my vantage
Hungry for this shit so I'm feelin' famished
Want all this money, invest in my brandage
Real one, I'm findin' my way with no map
Heard if you need you some dough you can trap
Yeah, yeah
Been said I was born to win, so I know that this shit my birthright
I'm fuckin' this bitch cause her curves right
They caught up again, they can't move right
I'm a picky man, if I fuck that hoe, then you know that I blessed her, gesundheit
Stone heart, I don't fuck with nobody, only my brothers
We had some fallouts along the way, them boys were goofy
We had to go take out the clutter
Got no security, I got my homies
Brodie be packin' the dust he a dummy
Run up and they pull the trigger just trust me
Hop out the Range, just like a bunny
Cloudy outside but my diamonds be sunny
Need me a wifey, these bitches all want me
I been the man even when I had no money
Apply some pressure and the fake ones act funny
This bitch in my business, her name must be Karen
She think I keep tabs on her like I be caring
My mindset is set
I don't rep a set, no, I got my guys that I rep
And we stay sick like the strep
Owe us some money, we come and collect
Me and the Brodies owe each other debt
We ride for each other no matter what nobody said
Nah, I can't be wifing no bitch who won't stick up for me
Cause you not a rider
And I need a bitch who won't give up some pussy that easy for Fendi and Prada
And if you hood rich, with a good bitch, then that sum' to be proud of
The money gon' pile up
Been said I was born to win, so I know that this shit my birthright
I'm fuckin' this bitch cause her curves right
They caught up again, they can't move right
I'm a picky man, if I fuck that hoe, then you know that I blessed her, gesundheit
Stone heart, I don't fuck with nobody, only my brothers
We had some fallouts along the way, them boys were goofy
We had to go take out the clutter
Got no security, I got my homies
Brodie be packin' the dust he a dummy
Run up and they pull the trigger just trust me
Hop out the Range, just like a bunny
Cloudy outside but my diamonds be sunny
Need me a wifey, these bitches all want me
I been the man even when I had no money
Apply some pressure and the fake ones act funny
Writer(s): Jacob Cuero
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com