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作词 : David Brewster/Cameron Thomaz/Bryan Johnson/Bernard Herrmann
作曲 : David Brewster/Cameron Thomaz/Bryan Johnson/Bernard Herrmann
Here we go
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I'm back in the kitchen
I'm back
Your bitch in the back of the frisker
You can't imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching
Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don't say you love me you ain't dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I'm just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama your honor
I'm not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
Props to my nigga I'll never forget all the times you took
Me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like **** everybody and that's how I knew
That I needed to smoke
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y'all just defining
The meaning of broke
I'm gettin some brain I pulled out my chain and
She started lookin'
Like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin' outside with no jacket
And mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day
I rather go jump off a boat
When your album dropping all they wanna know
Two thousand for this moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain't no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I'm back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the frisker
You can't imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching
Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs 'til I'm gone
In the basement growing base this shit is strong like masse
Keep a low tip nail 'cause it's all about taste
I done did three mil' did it all in one day
Hear 'em talk but I don't believe 'em
New car so I'm gonna leave 'em
Talk down but they wanna be him damn
They don't go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain't need no one to hold my hand
Uh **** up off me
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I'm a wrong one
Pass it around ain't got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em' all to stand in line
How he got the bed buddy flyin'
My nigga don't text me right now I'm too high
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don't say you love me you ain't dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I'm just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe's now
It's hard to see through this weed cloud
I'm picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they'd be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meads
I've been that nigga since Simon says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
**** the reup up at the Fendi store
**** the reup up on Chanel
**** the reup up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the cavaliers
I ****ed the reup on Lebron
We ain't lookin' for jobs livin' like the mob
Hot temper keepin' it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I'm back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the frisker
You can't imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching
Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny
Phone jumpin' gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don't say you love me you ain't dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I'm just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe's now
It's hard to see through this weed cloud
I'm picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera's they'd be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meads
Perc's Xan's lean Perc's
Without these camera's they'd be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meads
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I'm back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the frisker
You can't imagine the trenches
Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Phone jumpin' gotta bag it up quickly
Bag that up
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