Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chrome
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chrome
Texte
Debright Pannell Sr
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KINGMATIC
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Intro
LXX Chrome 2sauce
Got my lil brothers
In this muthafucker
Sleep when i die (y'all know what it is)
La dadadadada
Chours
So much money got me
Feeling like a God
All my **** real
And none of my **** flodge
Everywhere we go
Them **** know who we are
We them **** in them coupe
We in them drop top cars
I remember toting them choppers Tearing some shit up
Now we got that paper on paper Counting that shit up
Long live money we
Can rest when we die
La dadadadada
Verse
Bitch I just lost my son
And I can't fucking think
I been drinking a lot
And I don't even drink
Demons in my bed
And I barely sleep
Walk a mile in my shoes
Don't try to be me
Lot of people say they love you
But they really don't
Family say they slide
But they really want
Blood sweat and tears
All I really know
Trying to feed a generation
Watch them really grow
**** crossing out they man's
Just to get em gone (cross out)
I know a couple ****
Who didn't make it home (x-out)
I was taught slow feet **** never eat
And these hoes ain't shit
That's why I stay alone (bitch)
They'll take a stand cop a plea
And get u gone (sniches)
I was 15 **** with a burner phone
I'm the product of the streets
I guess it did me wrong
When I was young all my cousins
Had a mask on (strapped)
Old women in the house
I'm trying smash on
Young man old man with a rich soul
Now my mouth icy as fuck
With a big goal got big dick bitch
For a big hole
Chours
So much money
Got me feeling like a God
All my **** real
And non of my **** flodge
Everywhere we go them
**** know who we are
We them **** in them coupe
We in them drop top cars
I remember toting them
Choppers tearing some shit up
Now we got that paper on
Paper counting that shit up
Long live money we can
Rest when we die
La dadadadada
Verse 2
This is that expensive luxurious
Flow I'm really on one
Yall won't a peace of the world
Yeah I'm on one
My mind is my estate
Don't violate If you choose to
It's timberlake cry a lake
Fortified my fortress
Protecting my peace
Standing in the penthouse
Y'all fighting in these streets (big facts)
An got no need for that
An got no won't for that (naw)
Why would I take a chance
When I just got my **** kita back
Chorus
So much money
Got me feeling like a God
All my **** real
And non of my **** flodge
Everywhere we go them
**** know who we are
We them **** in them coupe
We in them drop top cars
I remember toting them
Choppers tearing some shit up
Now we got that paper on
Paper counting that shit up
Long live money we can
Rest when we die
La dadadadada
Outtro
La dadadadada
I just lost lost my son
I can't fucking think
La dadadadada
I been drinking a lot
And I don't even drink
La dadadadada
Demons in my bed
I can barely sleep
La dadadadada dadadadada
People say they love
But they really don't
La dadadadada
La dadadadada
Family say they slide
But really won't
La dadadadada
Blood sweat and tears
All I really know
La dadadadada
La dadadadada
Trying feed a generation
Watch them really grow
**** crossing out they
La dadadadada
Written by: Chrome, Debright Pannell Sr
