Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Thc The Harlem Child
Performer
The Real Dnation
Performer
Carl Jerome Williams
Performer
Jermaine D Davis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Jerome Williams
Songwriter
Jermaine D Davis
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Every day, make money and pray)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You ain't like that
Nah
Let's get it, grr
You ain't like that, why you cappin'?
Spit some bull and call it rapping
You ain't like that, why you cappin'?
Words don't add up to ya actions
Put on a show, broke a leg
Showed ya ass, now why we clappin'?
Here you chatting, I get active
Hate you niggas with a passion
I be twisting some sticky shit
I hit you where it hurt
Don't make sprinkle in some grabba
From the nigga on ya shirt
Get it popping come outside
Oh, you playing hide and seek?
How you tryna beef with niggas
With locations on ya tweet
With locations on snap
I get in here with my strap
I'm a man, I need a respect
I'ma need you to relax
Why you capping only packs
You had as facts was on your backs
Bet I prove a couple stacks
I have ya love ones turn they backs
Saw a bank account increase
When I turned cocaine in to crack
Grab a freshy then I hit the ATM and pull out packs
The way you watch me on the 'Gram
That's how I watch you when you lack
Don't mix money with emotions
Why I never get attached
You ain't like that, why you cappin'?
Spit some bull and call it rapping
You ain't like that, why you cappin'?
Words don't add up to ya actions
Put on a show, broke a leg
Showed ya ass, now why we clappin'?
Here you chatting, I get active
Hate you niggas with a passion
I hear you talking, why you cappin'
Dogs you ain't like that
I hit ya block and started popping
And you ain't strike back
Come get ya man up off the sidewalk (get 'em)
Bitch, you better slide (uh)
Everybody claim they drilling
But these niggas never ride
Big object on my waist, nigga, that's a 45
I done slid inside ya bitch about 140 times
She a thotty lil' hottie coming from the projects
She be giving dumb head, we nick named her nonsense
Niggas claim they gon' merk me, I ain't get a scar yet
Man, the shit I'm armed with, it sound like a bomb hit
Better run forest run, for I turn you into gump
You don't wanna get hit with what's hidden in the trunk
You ain't like that, why you cappin'?
Spit some bull and call it rapping (why?)
You ain't like that, why you cappin'?
Words don't add up to ya actions
Put on a show, broke a leg
Showed ya ass, now why we clappin'?
Here you chatting, I get active
Hate you niggas with a passion
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