Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jazmine Collins
Songwriter
Lyrics
(I was)
Busting out pounds
I was breaking them down
Had em all over the ground
Thought I was a clown
But she fuck with me now
Said she in love with the sound
Fuck the bullshit Im acting up
Getting my pape I aint had enough
Deserving of this I had it rough
Cant fuck with you niggas yall fucked my trust
I was chasing my dreams on a empty stomach
I was standing in V.I.P while my rent was due
I was sneaking backstage with the stars while my shit was growling
I ain't eat nothing all day, just some bread and jelly
Mmmmmm
I got 100 beats 20 songs in my pocket
Aint even hear my shit they say youngin keep grinding
Aint tryna hear this grinding shit Im starving
Somebody show me where the money at I'm walking
Uh, uh, uh
I'm a hawk
I soar knocking shit out the park
I score you know imma start
Thought I was so nice but Im breaking ya heart
If that shit aint about money aint gon be no spark
Thought she was the one til she came out the dark
These niggas so shaky aint playin they part
You all in my business you pushing the cart
I had to scope out the scene (hmm)
I had to shoot for my dreams (hmm)
I had to stuff up my jeans
Chasing that paper like I was a fiend
Aint really hot yet I'm blowing off steam
Success and money I get in between
I'm the realist these niggas done seen
I'm in my duffy the fuck do you mean
I was chasing my dreams on a empty stomach
I was standing in V.I.P while my rent was due
I was sneaking backstage with the stars while my shit was growling
I ain't eat nothing all day, just some bread and jelly
Mmmmmm
I got 100 beats 20 songs in my pocket
Aint even hear my shit they say youngin keep grinding
Aint tryna hear this grinding shit Im starving
Somebody show me where the money at I'm walking
Show me the money
Just show me the pape
I'm tryna get to the cake
Not saving no hoes I retired the cape
Please get the fuck out the way
Walking on shit Imma keep up the pace
Dont got the time for no minimum wage
I was screaming free P-Lo til he beat the case
First touch down we was slingin the weight
She wanna fuck with the woes (huh)
She wanna fuck with the bros (huh)
I got her curlin her toes
She call a young nigga a pro
These niggas doubted aint give me a chance
Been on my bully I get to the bands
Aint need no handout aint get a advance
Never gon fold niggas know that I can't
Niggas know I could never fold
Writer(s): Jazmine Collins
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