Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Majin Zyad
Rap
Matthew Mullings
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Matthew Mullings
Songwriter:in
Zyad Erick Sidjeck Sidjeck
Songwriter:in
Isaiah Oyedapo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Majin Zyad
Ingenieur:in
Creed $antana
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Aye
Aye
Aye
Money trees on top of money trees
I'm like a young Franklin Saint, built for war
Cannot trust these ****
Never know when 3v1 can turn to fatal four
**** be greedy, we taking more
There ain't nothing I want that I can't afford
I wasn't born last night
Black hoodied up **** stay concealed with the hoes at night
Majin Z, he a menace
Mr Mercenary for the chicken
I was built for competition
Peep a **** finna pop out with the hoes like Dennis
Get it get it get it
I been said it, don't you spin it
We been keeping them poles
It makes sure that none of these **** froze
She fuck with my swag it hurt her ego
Dividend, pessimism is evil, yeah
Chain got bigger and my broad got thicker
I been rapping since a **** heard Ghostface Killah
**** made beats since I heard J Dilla
Suddenly my conscience looking real familiar
Hey
Now they see me doing my thing
Like Russ, I don't play for a ring, like damn
Shoutout to Kodak
Dollar and a dream and you know that
Ain't no fucking way I'm finna pull back
Cause I been getting more cash
I been flooding my wrist on these hoes
On my grave, I might piss on these hoes
Fucking with her you gon need an ID
Shorty want location where my IP
I told her get it get it get it
I been said it, don't you spin it
I command all attention
Why so mad, cut the tension, yeah
It's three in the morning
Bitches be boring
**** be boring
Majin been flooring
Sip so much Activist, acting like it's an elixir
No wonder a **** been snoring
I slur all my words when I'm writing
I pray that my dick be as big as a titan
So I can fuck your bitch, and your bitch
And your bitch and your bitch
No matter the bitch, it's enticing
Yuh, money trees on top of money trees
Float as I flutter, sting like a bee
Mindset the same as sir 23
Cause I can't let shit slide for my life
Money blood that's on site
Money blood that's on site
And I call her a freak
Cause them freaks only come out at night
I think this life is like Game of Thrones
These **** vision is monochrome
Man, I must be a Stark if I go impose
I'm jamaican but I was raised in the cold
There ain't nobody seeing me, they ain't believe in me
Abusing every beat, hip hop Keanu Reeves
Really sick when I spit, always medically
Verses stretching like I'm on the chesapeake
Napalm to burn any DAW and MP3
**** just can't keep up
Poker face when I take my chance, call your bluff
I been up like Everest from the jump
They said black boys cannot fly? Watch me jump
I'm already on smoke, do not pass the ducth
Roll it up if you looking for smoke, to be blunt
Too many weirdos around, you know what?
Imma build a wall, fuck Donald Trump
Hold up, let's not get crazy
Looking for rings in my hand like Brady
None of them really got drive like this
Man I might fuck around and crash the Mercedes
Heat in my hand, I could rival Hades
HOK the blueprint like Jay-Z
Creed on the beat, fuck them up like Tay Keith
Written by: Isaiah Oyedapo, Matthew Mullings, Zyad Erick Sidjeck Sidjeck
