Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeffrey Colon
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
We got the money and power
And all of the bitches to feed us
Sitting on the throne with my feet up
Come try me, play smart or get beat up
Roll through in a Rolls Royce
Drive by with the seat up
We keep it real ain't none of the fake shit
Tell the boys hold the heat up
When I'm in the club, I'm going stupid
Throwing hundreds ain't a issue
Broke bitch stay there in the corner
You mad
Lemme slide you a tissue
Said she want some jiggle in her life
And a couple extra inches
Cuz word on the street is
You ain't satisfy none of these bitches
But hold up, that was the warm up
Don't let me get into my zone
And show all these bum ****
Why I belong on the throne
Cuz I fight for what's mine
And what's mine is the top spot
If you come stand in my way
Imma have to get this glock barrel hot
We leave you dead without a single trace
Family wonder where you at
Por donde encuentro mi hijo
No se but boys go and handle that
The police hitting me with questions
But I don't even have a clue
And just like the owl in the night sky
Ain't nobody knows who
We got the money and power
And all of the bitches to feed us
Sitting on the throne with my feet up
Come try me, play smart or get beat up
Roll through in a Rolls Royce
Drive by with the seat up
We keep it real ain't none of the fake shit
Tell the boys hold the heat up
We got the money and power
And all of the bitches to feed us
Sitting on the throne with my feet up
Come try me, play smart or get beat up
Roll through in a Rolls Royce
Drive by with the seat up
We keep it real ain't none of the fake shit
Tell the boys hold the heat up
**** thought I was finished
Now that's real cute
Won't let my legacy diminish
And when I'm up there
Won't ever be lackin
Couple Grammies and a Guinness
So mark my words
Cuz that's some real shit
Just gimme 10 years
Long as I don't quit
Imma be famous
The world gon know me
Dribble past these ****
Like my name was Tony
Or maybe I'm Stockton
Dishin out dimes
I like to see my homeboys eat
Sittin front row
At the award show
Cuz I'm spittin all of this heat
Never thought bars
Would get me this far
Besides a police car, the back seat
Now I'm in the front seat
This shit a bop
And you gon keep this bitch on repeat
Written by: Jeffrey Colon