Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isiah Noah Dawson
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Aye aye
Mmmmm
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
It's that lil **** Zay
These **** hate cause I stay with the play
You lovin that bitch took that hoe on a date
She toppin me up on the first day
Big 214 goin straight to the funds
I'm outside every day like the sun
Count this money shit hurtin my thumbs
Stack the bread I started with crumbs
I'm livin like dat
Ain't cuffing no bitch Caint go tic for tac
In love with da money I sleep with them rax
In love with the trap I stay with them packs
I move a lil different
don't fuck with these **** Im keepin my distance
When I pop out I'm surrounded by women
These bitches like when I turn up the city
In atlanta met my shorty at Lennox
I'm in a back gettin top in a civic
She told me that she ain't been out in a minute
She told me that I was the one I was different
Ima playa caint do all them feelings
I count up the dead I'm making a killing
Fresh out the bed I feel like a million
Real street **** I'm not a civilian
All this money I don't how to act
Fuck up dat check and get it right back
Stack and save now I'm movin like dat
Make it out da streets I ain't coming back
Lemme tell you why I'm moving like dat
Cus **** wanna see me down on my back
Up da choppa I ain't going for dat
Stack and save time to get to da rax
Caint fuck with the laws
From juggin and trappin man I did it all
Ball on a bitch I'm never gone fall
I beat down her pussy I'm breaking her walls
It's Big 214 these **** know I carry da load
Before I got hot my neck was froze
Straight to da top I'm destined to go
I just went and copped a new polo coat
Ima cash out on a Rollie fasho
Look at my neck it's covered in snow
Where was you at when my pockets was low
No cap I was down on my dick
Remember **** wouldn't gimmie shit
Now it's diamonds on my neck and my wrist
Eating grapes from this naked lil bitch
Yeah you know a **** lovin this shit
Yeah you know a **** love the kash
Diamonds lookin like a camera flash
I got rax now all these all these **** mad
My bitch bad she from Trinidad
Stack the money cause I never had
In the h had to hop in a slab
Remember **** I was sellin grams
Gettin money this shit look like a scam
Tax a **** no Uncle Sam
When I was hurt they did not give a damn
I stayed down ten toes on da ground
Fuck these **** keep my foot on they neck
Drip on lil shorty she slipped out her dress
Beat up da pussy she release release stress
I'm fly like a bird up top like a nest nest
Written by: Isiah Noah Dawson