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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Lavonta Parker
Brandon Lavonta Parker
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Sosa 808
Sosa 808
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whole lot of everything man
Paper route business
You know what the fuck goin on
Aye
[Verse 2]
My momma told me, "Fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty"
My momma always told me, "Boy, get off yo ass, go get it"
My momma always told me, "Watch that boy, he ain’t your ****"
You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups
Money, money, money, baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin' dope, pourin' 4’s and movin' slow
Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul
[Verse 3]
I just want to know, why they hatin' on the low
I’ma pop a xan, put a tag on his toe
My **** pull up, straps yeah, they blast like G.I. Joe
My **** cuttin' checks and they still cuttin' throats
These hoes, we ain’t savin', we just slave ‘em then replace ‘em
I’m a sack chaser, catch me racin' to that paper
Boy yo squad don’t ball no more, y’all just like the Lakers
Finesse that shit quick yeah, you know we had to take some
Whole lotta paper, bring a whole lotta haters
Heard you want some beef, I let my **** come and cater
Tell ‘em catch up, before we bust yo lil tomatoe
I love my .9, more than Will love Jada
[Verse 4]
My momma told me, "Fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty"
My momma always told me, "Boy, get off yo ass, go get it"
My momma always told me, "Watch that boy, he ain’t your ****"
You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups
Money, money, money, baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin' dope, pourin' 4’s and movin' slow
Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul
[Verse 5]
Money keep stackin' yeah, money still pilin'
CEO said, "Grind boy, you gone get that Audi" (Skrr)
They say time is money, that’s why I’m on that every hour
I’m rollin' Swisher Sweets, but this shit I smoke so sour
I got two 30 clips bitch, I call them Twin Towers
Bad bitch from the islands, she say I’m fly like a pilot
But that hoe a lie, she want my tip just like she Tiny
These **** be snitchin', tryna have me in the county
But nah, I can’t go
Hell nah, I ain’t no hoe
I keep a bankroll, that’s why my pockets always swole
And if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, ain’t shit I need to know
And if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, ain’t shit I need to know (The fuck)
[Verse 6]
My momma told me, "Fuck these bitches boy it’s plenty"
My momma always told me, "Boy, get off yo ass, go get it"
My momma always told me, "Watch that boy, he ain’t your ****"
You know I keep a Glock, I’m big shot like Chauncey Billups
Money, money, money, baby girl that’s all I know
I love smokin' dope, pourin' 4’s and movin' slow
Plug just brought a load, so you know that we on go
I’m my Brother’s Keeper, but I still don’t trust a soul (No)
Written by: Key Glock
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