Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dimas Syahputra
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Chosen saint, more money more brain
Hop out the beat, I be hop out the lamb'
New bad bitches, they be drive me insane
Who that bitch, I be "Get out my lane"
Look at my eyes, ay look at the pain
Tryna' act nice, yeah we know he ain't
How you act like you so hearthless
More money making me blush
Walk lowkey, keep that shi' hush
More money, roll up them blunts
Tryna be a cool kid, now it's evening
Hear my sound, now he's screaming (yeah)
Who you bank with bitch, come tap in
Spent a hunnid 'bout to spend again
Yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Shawty gonna give me brain
Some things never been the same
Pick her up, finna catch a plane
Private jet, make her screaming my name
Told that bitch, "Ion care about the pain"
Ay, cookin' this beat down the rain
Ay, fuck that bitch, make her insane
Ay, Low, low, low (nah, nah) (nah, nah)
Ay, Low, low, low, walk from the bottom, keep it slow
Keep it up, hold on (hold on)
I cannot pick up the phone
Cut the ties, now I'm grown
Built my lane, set the tone
Made it here, all alone (here all alone)
Baby pull up, how you doin'
She rollin' the dope, getting high ain't now stressin'
Diamonds on me and it's spinin'
Forever dope, you don't know what we doin' (ay)
Ay we aimin' for the stars
And we pullin' out the cards
Chosen saint, more money more brain
Hop out the beat, I be hop out the lamb'
New bad bitches, they be drive me insane
Who that bitch, I be "Get out my lane"
Look at my eyes, ay look at the pain
Tryna' act nice, yeah we know he ain't
How you act like you so hearthless
More money making me blush
Walk lowkey, keep that shi' hush
More money, roll up them blunts
Tryna be a cool kid, now it's evening
Hear my sound, now he's screaming (yeah)
Who you bank with bitch, come tap in
Spent a hunnid 'bout to spend again
Yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Shawty gonna give me brain
Some things never been the same
Pick her up, finna catch a plane
Private jet, make her screaming my name
Told that bitch, "Ion care about the pain"
Ay, cookin' this beat down the rain
Ay, fuck that bitch, make her insane
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