Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cezar Groenendaal
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cezar Groenendaal
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cezar Groenendaal
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
If it's not you,
why you talkin' to me?
Why you talkin'
My name is Cezar, so I'm always on alert
For backstabbing bitches and voodoo spell-making witches
This life is not about the love, it's more about the riches
I win even when I lose, so I don't care if I'm not the one she choose
As long as I got fresh shoes, only a water puddle makes me frown
Because the guy she chose is just a clown
Chillin', focusing on my decisions, look at my goals like missions
I was lonely before the money gru, now I got minnions
See the devil on your shoulder, she acting sinister
Give me a million and I transfer to a minister
Number ten but I'm a finisher, give me a chance and in bed I'm a finish her
Because that's what happens when you ball like I do
Need a home studio so i trap with my crew
In this life, you're gonna find your path
If you know me, don't talk on my behalf
Because you'll never know about the talks that I be having
The money I be stacking, the tests that got me stressing
The lessons that be blessings
Once I took an L, then I grew into a W
Baby I'm so drunk, I'm starting double you
Glad that there is more of you, it's like double trouble
Invest and flip my money double
With you, I'm feeling lucky
Skip the ex he's ugly
She text me, babe, come fuck me
She got me, out of my writersblock
Before I come, I'm all night on block
Real hustler, but alright in stocks
Real G not alright with flops, get a bag on designer socks
Winning her back is what dreams are made of
Gotta be careful, not alright with fake love
She got me, out my writersblock
Before I come, I'm all night on block
Real hustler, but alright in stocks real G
Not alright with flops
Once I took an L, then I grew into a W
Baby I'm so drunk, I'm starting seeing double you
Glad that there is more of you, it's like double trouble
I just invested and flipped my money double
With you, I'm feeling lucky
Skip the ex he is ugly
She text me, come fuck me
She got me, out my writersblock
Before I come, I'm all night on block
Real hustler, but alright in stocks real G
Not alright with flops.
Writer(s): Cezar Groenendaal
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