Upcoming Concerts for 38 Spesh & Benny the Butcher

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Vocals
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
Styles P
Styles P
Vocals
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Styles
David Styles
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chup
Chup
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, everything I own came out the kitchen I was 'bout my business, since 2000, had trap houses hittin' (Aight) I'm down to get it, we was kids playin' and found syringes (Let's go) I lived it, that's why the shit I'm sayin' sound specific Bullshit walk a mile a minute, nigga, money talk (Money talk) And for that money, turn your buddy to a bloody corpse (Brrr) We get crafty when that money short (Let's go) I get a spot outta town then run around like I'm from these parts With bricks in a Mitsubishi panel The hustler instincts that I really channel Brought me home like Mickey Mantle Enough cake to blow out fifty candles (Uh-huh) I get bricks from a kid named Fernando That wear Dickies and flannels (Okay) Talkin' numbers, speakin' Espanol (Huh) State your name when we meet And watch your hands when you greet the Sopranos I'm eatin' clams on the beach with sandals with a young Tisha Campbell Wait, that might be a weak example Dreams of being shackled and my time bein' ample (Uh-huh) I caught a body last time I gave a fiend a sample Uh, we was young hustlers, baby boy, shavin' raw In and out of rentals, windows down with the AC on You may be right or you may be wrong But either way, I'm ridin' wit'chu on your beef 'til the day he gone I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat) No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy) Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me) And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me) I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat) No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy) Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me) And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me) Made a lot of money in the driver's seat More in the back, get you whacked for a minor fee We was movin' China white, tryna build the dynasty Rhinos in the .45, line 'em if he lie to me I line 'em if he lie to you 'Cause we don't give a fuck 'bout what they tryna do Fishbowl so they can see us clearly when we ridin' through We just need the plug to send that motherfuckin' China through We don't really care if it pop, we swing iron too It's just like the jungle on the block, we got lions too Young rich niggas gettin' guap, niggas dyin' too Get them fuck boys out'cha circle, switch your diet too Pressure gon' come, don't let it hurt you, you apply it too Loud mouths are usually broke, rich niggas are quiet dudes I used to be into sellin', now I'm in the buyin' mood Yeah, I made a lot of money in the driver's seat Then social media took away my privacy, what? I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat) No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy) Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me) And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me) I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat) No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy) Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me) And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me)
Writer(s): David Styles, Jason Phillips, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Justin Christopher Harrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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