Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ayodeji Raphael Adenaiya
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
What what what what
What what what what
What what what what
Yea yea uh
I rather be dead or be rich
These **** can't give you no shit
**** careful when you speak
Keep chasing the bag not a bitch
What what what Yh what
What what what Whaht
You already know they all decieve
No returning if you leave
Can't trust a **** who snitched
I got to be rich or be rich
What what what Yh what
What what what Whaht
I look at my neighbors who beef
The be hating when I grill hmm
They want be gone cus I'm lit yea
A hundred thousand for a trip
I beg no police I tip yea
Cus they see ice on my wrist
If I don't call you you should dig yea
These **** capping they on wig y'all
I need some millions this week yea
Look at my shawdy on fleek yea
I put Nike on her feet yea yea
Look at the ink on my skin yea
I took the pain like Khalif yea
I told the story for reels yea
I don't do friends I do trees yea
If you don't love me I flee yea
Problem it's a problem
They wish me bad just for what
I don't even have no award
I got no circle I curve
I can't even rap about love
Time is just all that I got
So I gatto make it some more
I need to focus on what
I need to focus some more
I need some money some more
I need the pussy some more
I need no **** no more
I just want money some more
What what what what
What what what what
What what what what
Yea yea uh
What what what what
What what what what
What what what what
Yea yea uh
Life ain't chilling I get steady hit
I'm getting the bag and I close the zip
Don't hate on me I'm already lit
I don't go to the gym I'm already fit
I talk too much like you gatto pee
I dropped out of school but I had the fees
I said to myself Cunna fuck degrees
Now I'm the Stone and I run the streets
Pass me the green I ain't talking peas
I sip on codeine when I'm smoking weed
I pray for Celina she blessing me
Stay up all night ain't my daily wish
I'm scared of loosing every time i sleep
My drip always hard awesome baby shit
My haters so mad when they look at me
I'm loving my life I ain't changing It
Problem it's a problem
They wish me bad just for what
I don't even have no award
I got no circle I curve
I can't even rap about love
Time is just all that I got
So I gatto make it some more
I need to focus on what
I need to focus some more
I need some money some more
I need the pussy some more
I need no **** no more
I just want money some more
Yeah What what what what
What what what what
What what what what
Yea yea uh
What what what what
You tried to get me so what
What what what what
What what what what
Yea yea uh
This Mia is stoned
They trinna decieve me I never sleep
Money on me so I can now eat
I try to feed all my enemies
They try to get me I'm on my sleeves
I need a glock 19 on my wrist
I need a Shooter on my left
I need to kill and make a sign
I don't give a fuck who gon die tonight
Hundreds on me when I be walking
I don't give a fuck who be talking about me
I got my no sleeping
I be working all night for all of my family
I gat no time Yh I got no watches
And I got the vibes eehn
I am the king stay in my lane
You try me you die
Try me go die
Any **** try me go die
I gat the blood on my eyes
And I need glock 19 all on my hip
Try me go die
I still gatto focus on what Yh Yh
This Mix is Stoned
Written by: Ayodeji Raphael Adenaiya