Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Selfmade Kev
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Troncoso
Composer
Lyrics
For The World just made this beat
I'll make this shit look easy all these fucking bands
Coulda' really fucked up on your bitch she's my biggest fan
Niggas tryna' creep up on the score but they really can't
C'mon let me see you flex a 20 if you really can
Shit you save I spend that in a month on designer brands
Shit you can't even keep up with my price on designer bags
West ain't even been trappin' for a year boutta' buy a Cat
I ain't hear bout' none of you niggas in years goin' out sad
Had the chance to go and buy some Roleys but I hit the club
Fucked Atlantis up you think I'm cappin' went and spent a dub
Go ask Mazza what this pendant cost this shit a fucking dub
Go ahead try to reach I put you niggas in the fuckin' mud
Know some niggas really getting rich all they need is grub
Know some niggas really hitting licks and that's just for fun
Told my niggas "We just getting lit double up on guns"
I can't count on rap to save my life so I'm selling drugs
Wock, Tris, Tech don't even matter pour me up a 4
I been on this drink so damn much can't see the fucking floor
I Said fuck a money counter count it on the fucking floor
Brody cookin' up don't let the shit fall on the fucking floor
All this shit we do we don't regret we was fucking poor
I could tell you stories 'bout the struggles but that's way before
Ain't no way I'm going back to broke I put that on my soul
Ain't no way I'm going back and forth I'm quick to let it go
How the fuck you flexin' on the gram go pay what you owe
Cappin' niggas never seen a dime flexing with they bros
Having shit before I sign a deal I was in a Rolls
Active even if I touch a mill' West I need the bows
I don't want no yellow I want white mixed with the rose gold
60 bands up in my Amiri jeans it's getting hard to fold
20 pounds up in the luggage bro said "It's getting hard to close"
Fuck it mail it out and once it lands the trap will never close
Uh uh
Man it's levels to this shit
You been trapping so damn long I know you never touched a brick
Put my trust up in a scale before I ever trust a bitch
I been sippin' so much Tris that I could smell it when I piss
Uh uh
Need a Rollie on my wrist
OT niggas shop for pounds and I'ma charge 'em 56
Try to stick me up my youngin' right behind me he gon' blitz
I don't play about this shit you know I'm trappin' till I'm rich
Uh uh
Trappin' 'til I'm rich
Uh
Yea trappin' 'til I'm rich
Uh
Need a Rollie on my wrist
Yea you know I'm trappin' till I'm rich
Yea uh I got the pounds for mm
Yea I got the pounds for 56
Uh
OT niggas shoppin' pounds for mm
Aye aye
Aye Yea
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