Top Songs By CARTIER HENDRIX
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CARTIER HENDRIX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Justin Womack
Composer
Stephen Jay Dashiff
Composer
Edgar Key Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CARTIER HENDRIX
Mastering Engineer
PunchmeinJay
Producer
Lyrics
Punch me in Jay
Scams and schemes they say I'm the realest nigga
Shut the fuck up nigga
Let's kick this shit (They ain't like me)
Let's kick this shit
Let's get it
Niggas pulling scams and schemes and gimmicks they say I'm the realest
I done got used to rap money so I'm back dope dealing
You hoe niggas can't fuck with me that's just what it is
Pay cut buck fifty and I'm still gon' make a killing
Still gone put a spread on it shit that's just a niggas nature
Four hours with the raw I'm like how far is we gon' take it
I got weed in the basement and blow all in the kitchen
Girl jumpin' out the pot so we ain't eating out the dishes
Ready to risk it worse it get then the more paper
It ain't the clientele the snitching coming from the neighbors
It's still fuck you pay me (fuck 'em)
That money it'll change 'em
Better than being broke (so what?)
So I can't really blame 'em
I'm praying they don't raid us the house fully loaded
All the dope fiends know I'm buying everything stolen
Oh you a fan don't approach (Don't approach)
I need my distance
Bad Boy downtown I'm talking way before the Pistons
Hey! I'm talking way before the Pistons
I'm a young Gordon Ramsey I be in and out the kitchen (Al-Right!)
She be talking too damn much and she don't never wanna listen
When I wake up every morning getting money is my mission
(motherfucking mission)
Hey! Bro came back from outta town
I made a whole lotta money I could never let 'em down
This old airheaded bitch I had to tie her to the ground
Picture this I get paid just to make a lot of sounds
(Boo, boo,boo, boom)
Niggas want to diss but we don't never pay 'em mind
Imagine this I lost a stupid bitch like once upon a time
My boy addicted pouring drop inside a fucking lemon lime
Setup hoes in my city getting rich from dropping dimes
Out of line we had to sit 'em down
Them boys ain't good up in my hood we had to kick 'em out
I keep it tucked cause I don't want to cause no panic
Call up Erik when I see the plug cause I don't speak no spanish
Niggas pulling scams and schemes and gimmicks they say I'm the realest
I done got used to rap money so I'm back dope dealing
You hoe niggas can't fuck with me that's just what it is
Pay cut buck fifty and I'm still gon' make a killing
Still gone put a spread on it shit that's just a niggas nature
Four hours with the raw I'm like how far is we gon' take it
I got weed in the basement and blow all in the kitchen
Girl jumpin' out the pot so we ain't eating out the dishes
Girl jumpin' out the pot so we ain't eating out the dishes
Pay cut buck fifty and I'm still gon' make a killing
Writer(s): Christopher Justin Womack, Edgar Key Jr, Stephen Jay Dashiff
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