Credits

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Thabisa Paul Mbatha
Thabisa Paul Mbatha
Songwriter:in
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Lyrics

I can not be with you regular ****
I rather get money and fame (yeaah)
Im in the trap everyday
Flippin that pack, gettin the paper (yeaah)
**** be talkin too much
They never gone blow
They never gone make it (yeaah)
Gotta go hard everyday, stay in my lane
Im done with these favours (yeaah)
(ey)
Ice on my wrist I got fever (fever)
Yaaah whole lotta steez
Sippin on mud im a geeker (geekuh)
Ballin all day every season (heeeyy)
Gotta get your bag muh **** gotta get your bag
(frrrrrrrrrrr)
I can not be like (you)
I cant be like you (yeeh)
I can not be like
I cant be like you (yah)
I can not be like (you)
I cant be like you
I dont wanna be like these lames ****
Thats why im chasin the bag ****
Double up triple up 6 figures
I cant stop till im rich ****
One day imma go pop **** (gun shot)
You thought I was playin **** (pop)
I aint got time for no games ****
You gone find me at the top ****
Ng'funa imali
Amadiba
Puttin work tryna get to the miter
Never stop till I make it
Told these **** im chasing the figures (cash)
All these **** be tryna get features
I be earning muh stripes like adidas
We aint playing with sticks I got shookers
I got ice on muh wrist like a freezer
Yeah
Doing this shit for the bag
Need me a stack
Whippin the pots in the kitchen
Im steady fippin that pack
Deep in the trap
**** im standin on bidness huh
Shoutout the gang shoutout muh slatts (yeah)
All of muh **** are winning
Written by: Thabisa Paul Mbatha
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