Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bernard Andrew Brown
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Uh, you niggas could never Joe me
I tried to put you on, same niggas that still owe me
Clear ya debts, nigga, you ain't playin' right, get ya left, nigga
Pushin' weight just to flex, nigga
Just landed out the country, pull the ramp up
Passport stamped up, her pussy gettin' damped up (woo)
You should get out more, boy, ya skin pale
It's a hunnid on this island, heavy ice, sippin' Regal
Seafood scampi, toes all sandy
If I ever go broke, the bakin' soda in the pantry
VS on the gold, the shit fancy
Get dress and let's roll, here go ya panties
Uh, I let you gossip while I'm city hoppin'
It was value city, now I'm Fendi shoppin'
You ain't go and get it, boy, you talkin' fake
Bag full of blues in the mountains, and we talkin' plates
Do the dishes if you ate that
The powder come clean, the next best thing since Ajax
You sellin' muscle, fuckin' up the hustle
I was servin' grease ashy knuckles stood in rain puddles
Now it's Turks and Caic's, lemon water while I'm eatin' muscles
Readin' glasses with the linen lay
Colorado chillin' watchin' Bizzy play
Way back then I did like 10 a day
Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' me
I really moved snow without a shovel with me
Flow boilin', need a kettle with me
Everybody shootin', got them felons with me
Name another nigga do it better than me
Uh, yellow bitch but her hair darkened
Soft leather yellow stitches on the doc' martins
If we ain't talkin' bread, nigga, what we talkin'?
Uh, I'm walkin' Venice with my flops on
My life a movie, you can watch it eatin' popcorn
Uh, the car clean but I'm ridin' dirty
The youngin 18 but he poppin' 30s
Ballin' on these niggas, I should rock a Jersey
Lace my pippins up, pull up in a bigger truck
She smack it on her face, spit on it, then she sup it up
You back to back callin', she ain't pickin' up
I left her at the Hilton, you can pick her up
Uh, I'm pushin' 40 but the flow glory
Seven rings on, feel like Robert Horry
Layin' on the beach eatin' calamari
In the middle of the trenches rockin' all my jewelry
This my kitchen, turn the flame up
Still cookin' cane, I'm back to fuck the game up
Writer(s): Bernard Andrew Brown
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