Lyrics: Tyler Meeks/KAI HASEGAWA/Tahj Vaughn/Alexander Lattisch
Music: Tyler Meeks/KAI HASEGAWA/Tahj Vaughn/Alexander Lattisch
Producer: Casio5k/Kaigoinkrazy/Tahj Money
Yeah, ****, come through smellin' like loud
Jumped so deep in my goddamn bag I'on even think I can jump out
I got a blunt rolled full of that gas, **** gettin' high in the clouds
I'm puttin' on for the goddamn city, ****, I know Mama proud
Yeah, we done came way too far, ****, ain't no stoppin' now
I'ma just keep on grindin' and shit till a hunnid Ms in the bank account
All them **** who doubted the kid lookin' like a goddamn clown
They just wanna be 'round the kid 'cause I'm rich, I was broke they ain't never come 'round
Tell me how this sound, **** be hatin' on the kid but he wanna be like me
Feel like ever since a **** got rich, all these hoes just wanna be wifey
**** don't want me to pop my shit, I'ma just do it like Nike
Put on my jewelry, ****, start freezin' this shit so godamn icy
****, the Zaza hittin' like Tyson
Yeah, all the YN's with me all got a gun and they all got shiestys
Tryna use me for money only reason **** wanna get by me
****, gotta watch out for the snakes in the grass, man, I hope they don't bite me
Yeah, ****, come through smellin' like loud
Jumped so deep in my goddamn bag I'on even think I can jump out
I got a blunt rolled full of that gas, **** gettin' high in the clouds
I'm puttin' on for the goddamn city, ****, I know Mama proud
Yeah, we done came way too far, ****, ain't no stoppin' now
I'ma just keep on grindin' and shit till a hunnid Ms in the bank account
All them **** who doubted the kid lookin' like a goddamn clown
They just wanna be 'round the kid 'cause I'm rich, I was broke they ain't never come 'round
Huh, they ain't wanna hit my phone, I ain't have it, I text back "Suck a dick now"
He got knocked for the bitch boutta fox, she was blind, now she can see now
Huh, in a ****in' Ferrari with the pimpin' wide-body, demon color, Tiffany
Rose gold my ears, wrist, and pendant, I told her, "Shut the **** up and listen"
I ain't ****in' with none of you ****, I ain't linkin' with none of you bitches
I told Tyler a hunnid Ms ain't shit ,we the young and richest, gotta score for a billion
Told my **** one car ain't shit, how many cars you got? Fat double digits
Told my **** one broad ain't shit, get a bunch of bitches, I was taught from the pimpin'
Shoot 'em headshot, no trippin', a bitch whippin' grits in the kitchen
Made a couple ****in' Ms this year, I got a Russian ho feedin' me spinach, hoo!
Model ho work me out, I might let her, she got abs, thick ass, and nice breasts
**** the other side, I'm tryna tell ya, every time a **** played, they learned they lesson
Ugh, rest in Heaven
Come through smellin' like loud
Jumped so deep in my goddamn bag I'on even think I can jump out
I got a blunt rolled full of that gas, **** gettin' high in the clouds
I'm puttin' on for the goddamn city, ****, I know Mama proud
Yeah, we done came way too far, ****, ain't no stoppin' now
I'ma just keep on grindin' and shit till a hunnid Ms in the bank account
All them **** who doubted the kid lookin' like a goddamn clown
They just wanna be 'round the kid 'cause I'm rich, I was broke they ain't never come 'round
Yeah, they ain't never come 'round
They just wanna be 'round the kid 'cause I'm rich, I was broke they ain't never come 'round
Yeah, Skii
Vocals: YTB FATT/Luh Tyler
Mastering Engineer: Landr
Artist Production Coordinator: Adam Schulz/Mateo Dorado/Matt Zingler/Sean “Pizz” Wertheim
Mixing Engineer: Don Cannon