Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesus Valle
Songwriter
Gabriel Cabanal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Saavane
Producer
Lyrics
Jay Valle
Jay Valle
Whatever your flavor
Sometimes you just wanna coast
Sometimes you wanna boast
Aye
Classic hustle, yeah I tell my fam I love you
If you ain't a friend it depends I don't really trust you
It gets blurry when them words start slurring
And them sides start switching man things a lil different
Say a prayer god listening, protection for the team
While we about the C.R.E.A.M. like Wu-Tang's dreams
Some things ain't what they seem situations tend to gleam
When the sun shining so I could stay king
But, its a mirage full of frauds
Deepak playing to see with eyes of God
Yeah, i'm at awe, and I owe it to the game
Watch the situation change and the past go in flames aye
Who predicted that these bitches so vindictive
From a distance I could here all of them sneak disses
And I forgive em, i've been working on my own
I'm just tryna buy some homes, look at that credit score yeah
The FICO looking right though
Moving all these bricks not that white though
Hustle so classic thats the right glow
Found my genius let the light show
No telling where that life go, musica maestro
Let the dice roll, take another chance
We could make a couple bandz, build a house up on the sand
Yeah, see we could sign off on some plans, right after I land
Long as its on brand
See my dad was a working man, it made me hustle harder
Feet up on the ground while my mind is thinking charters
Developing this talent watch em falling like its Autumn
Staying focused till the Valle's on the same plane as the Carter's
Whats the barter
Whats the barter huh
Whats the barter
Whats the price on it
Whats the barter
Whats the barter huh
Whats the barter
Whats the price on it
Its like I spent my whole life on it
Do it all at the right moment
Red wine sound nice don't it
Fuck it throw some ice on it
Aye, what they want from me?
Bunch of songs making women shake they ass for free
Want me dipped in a fit costing half a key
Dope whip blonde bitch in the passenger seat
Nice ass and titties, and her ass is litty
And her face is pretty, and her bag is Fendi
Ciroc everywhere heres a glass of Diddy
And i'm Effen shorty good heres a glass of Fifty
Thats a win win win take that dollar i'ma flip it to a ten ten ten
Take that ten i'ma flip it to some Bens Bens Bens
Fraklins, take it to the bank then
Flip it to some crypto, you know how this shit go
Feeling like The Count Of Monte Cristo
Yeah, something like revenge on the haters
With the paper I be making feeling fresher than a taper
Got a flight i'll see you later, i'm something like the mayor
I'm Fiasco with the lasers eating salmon with some capers
Hardly talking to my neighbors I, should make time for it
Busy adding just a little more to my story
Live some much I might be on 5 stories
Monumental with these instrumentals
Used to be, pens and pencils now this shit suspenseful
Son you all, what i'm into man this shit parental
Buy your freedom with your dreaming and skip the rental of the weekend
Aye, working while they sleeping
Its a new moon but bright ideas just keep on peaking
Reaping the seeds I sow best believe it is the season
Stay delivering the flame, while they stay freezing
Whats the barter
Whats the barter huh
Whats the barter
Whats the price on it
Whats the barter
Whats the barter huh
Whats the barter
Whats the price on it
Its like I spent my whole life on it
Do it all at the right moment
Red wine sound nice don't it
Fuck it throw some ice on it
Writer(s): Gabriel Cabanal, Jesus Valle
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