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A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Ronald LaTour
Drums
Cardo Got Wings
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Brock F. Korsan
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wasn't I good to you?
(Cardo got wings)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
[Verse 3]
I can't make no fucking promises
Lifestyle getting out of control
Lifestyle getting ludicrous
I made a mill' in less than a year
And I blew that on stupid shit
Typed it in like 'How to make a milli'?' I used to Google it
Savannah just wanted to see me perform
And got hit over stupid shit
I woke up and saw the shit right on my phone
They don't know who the shooter is
[Verse 4]
You never know
Never feel untouchable
I touch your soul, made you feel so comfortable
If I let you go
I would feel so skeptical
Unacceptable, but I still
Gotta let you know
Yeah
That I can't make no fucking promises
I can't make no fucking promises
I can't make no fucking promises
Yeah
[Verse 5]
Lifestyle on the road, sheesh
Used to always want a Rollie
Now, I want a new two-tone gold Patek
Yeah
We couldn't go to Phillipe's
I had to be on that corner until it was morning
So me and my **** could eat
I be the one with the sauce
I never thought it was sweet
I got my foot in the door
They never gave me the key
I had to turn to a ki
Even when I was a boy
I was the man in the streets
I was the man with the heat
I was a beast, sheesh
He had her heart, but she tried to give it to me
[Verse 6]
Damn
But she can't keep no fucking promises
Shit, I'm coming with a lotta money
Money comes with a lotta shit
Told Mo bring the studio to everywhere we go and that's a lotta hits
Slow-mo in my videos
When the lights out
All my diamonds hit
[Verse 7]
Something 'bout blue faces
I like money conversations
Whole lotta 20's, that's basic
****, fuck it, I'm shameless
Can't fuck with a snitch ****
If you get caught, don't say shit
Have you ever met another **** like me, I bet you won't say shit
I went from rags to riches
I bagged the bitches that gave me the straight face
I hit the baddest bitches, it's sad
But I had to curve 'em the same day
I treated them bad
I wouldn't be mad if I was to get treated the same way
So treat me the same way
Same way, same way
I was a savage to you
I had to give up and put all my hoes to the side
I swear, if I ever left you in the cold it's 'cause
It was colder inside
Look here, I swear if you ever try to leave me alone
I hope you don't turn to a thot
Most of the **** that call me only hit my phone
Because I get money a lot
[Verse 8]
I be the one with the throne
You say you gon' take it, but ****, we know that's a lie
Even before we was on, the money was long
And we used to fuck up the spot
Bitches be singing my song
I knew I was on right when I bust down a watch
**** was hating before and they hate on me now
But don't know what to say to me now
I was gonna do it to her
But I don't really wanna use her
Keep giving excuses
When we really gonna link up
Even if I sound stupid
I'ma say what's real to her
Even if you not truthful
Fuck it, I'ma still be good to you
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
Yeah, at least I was good to you
At least I was good to you
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Brock F. Korsan, Ronald LaTour