Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ethan Martin
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
I got my guys and they always be by my side for more than like half of my time
I got some people that's hating they waiting for what I'm creating to flop cause they plot my demise
Don't really wanna cut ties
But I see the jealousy inside they eyes
They just be wishing that they had the talent to spit like I spit off the top of they mind
I just be tryna get high
The smoke finna make me go blind
I do not fuck with your kind
You just a Gold digging bitch that be spending my money and making my card get declined
Wearing some fashion that no one designed
Never do work if I get it assigned
Must be a sign that I gotta get by making music or I'm gonna hate my whole life
You just a fein Always calling me tryin to get me to come to your crib just to serve you some dick that you think you deserve but I curve cause I heard you a crackhead for pegging and looking for dope
I way too busy for all of the games that you playing you saying that I should praying for too many times where I'm slaying that pussy your pussy be stanky just get you some soap
Only thing that you be smelling is coke
Shit getting cold better get you a coat
I put my dick down your throat
Homicide unit is calling you dead cause you choke
No this shit isn't a joke
Way too tired living broke
All of the faggots that hating on me but too pussy to say it they don't want the smoke
Im choking up but I spoke
They were asleep now they woke
Red dot right through the scope
Bitches be praying to me and my homies they all on they knees like we dressed like the pope
Don't got no room for hope
Marijuana how I cope
So imma never need a rope
Haven't been talking to bitches in years
Give a Facebook poke
Now they bedsheets soaked
Gees
I Mix the codeine with the Fanta
I got more hoes than santa
Maria Maria Santana
I just be faking whenever I'm fucking my bitch living double life Hannah Montana
I'm touching down in Atlanta
Somebody give me bandana
Maybe a dirty Diana
Splitting it 4 ways maybe some more cause the girl wanna come by and eat my banana
Don't walk on my shit
Got a brand new bitch love to talk on my dick
Got some brand new ice and it's all on my wrist
Don't gotta talk much cause you all get the gist
But you know how it is
I insist to exist, past a point of resist
You a cyst
Make your sister call me mister and the case Dismissed
But your girl look pissed that she didn't make my list
I know you know that I'm packing I reach in my pants and you putting up both of your hands
I got a rubber inside of my pocket for when you gone go and do a lil dance
If you be wondering when is the time to make profit I'm telling you this is the chance
Look at your life if you hate it then now is the time to go out and go make it enhance
I don't be talking like I be rich
No kidding
Money line down
But the money not hitting
Price getting higher, everybody be bidding
I don't be talking about a brick, do your business
I know that booty real thick now isn't it?
Creamy face cause the bitch got some jizz in it
Don't ever drink it if shit got some fizz in it
Hop on my wave or you gonna be missing it hoe
Kissing it hoe
I'm going outta control
Something you already know
I got some hoes, the chubby ones can't see they toes, I guess I can let that shit go
Go to the movies and taking up too many rows, that's where I losing my soul
Fuck a buck, not doe
Not a 10, not a 4
She see my dick and, Woah!
She wanting more!
Feeling the flow!
I Put on a show!
Open her mouth, and she gone blow!
Feeling some teeth
Uh oh uh oh!
Lights go out, but my eyes still glow
Making my money, and making my dough
I gotta flip a couple packs of the snow but it's cold so my fingers are moving too slow
Written by: Ethan Martin