Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Izaiah Thomas
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Chase the paper all the sudden the bitch is runnin' to me
I'm in L.A. smokin' on dope, this shit feel like a movie
And I ain't tryna cause a scene, cause I just keep it real
I'm quick to tell a big note, write my name with Jordan's heel
Ballin' hard, this **** my son, I feel like Bradley Beal
Beat up the cat and dick, control it, guess I'm havin' skills
I'm havin' skills, this shit for real when I step on the scene
Make up a face, she got a ****, but he make believe
I'm the type to risk it all because I stand for some
All the doors were closin' so I had to kick the one
Spent a coup sauce on the roof, I'm finna get me one
It's gettin' easy, I hit it hard, cause I played it smart
Kinda clever, gettin' better, I'ma try the extra bit
Goin' up and I can't settle, I ain't got a comfort zone
Know that's the money callin' me cause of the ringtone
Throw that money, she make it bounce just like a ping pong
Ringtone
Life ain't shit when you broke, you ain't got no chip
These **** ain't bosses, man, they just wishin' shit
Fuck Tennessee, my plug got his own island
That boy ain't on shit, he stay talkin' in the DMs
Keep talkin' shit, but I got some big shit, like the Navy
I keep my ears closed, if it ain't cash, call me baby
Remember bustin' down the cutie's grave down to the 80s
I can't tell you about the time we took Autumnfield trip
Arm hit, arm bled, can't leave no witnesses
Swear to God I wasn't straight, they student, check my scripts
Steppin' on lil' ****'s neck just like a rug
Even on my birthday, the plug callin, show me love
We ain't buddy-buddy, nah, that's me amigo
Growin' up in the section off the Casamigos
It's just a regular wild wednesday in the summer though
Ain't no honor amongst these pedophiles and rats
So when you on them licks, boy, you better watch your back
Written by: Izaiah Thomas