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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blade Brown
Blade Brown
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Wrate
Jonathan Wrate
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swifta Beater
Swifta Beater
Mixing Engineer
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I be chillin' on Rodeo courtesy of the yayo
Ask around, they'll tell you I'm on my J-O
All my workers hit six figures
This is green Ace, take a sip, ****
[Verse 2]
And free my ****, West, that's a lit ****
And feel my **** aimin' for the hit, ****
You think I gotta pay for a hit, ****?
My young boys be askin' me like which ****?
[Verse 3]
Apply the pressure till the brick broke
Throw that work up in the bowl and watch that brick soak
Don't mix the tens with the twenties, we don't mix notes
And I'm a real plug, I never leave my strip broke
[Verse 4]
Started on a pedal bike, tryna get my cheddar right
Now it's Maddison M. White, McGregor fight
Jacket on me like a zed of white
And all my **** loyal 'cause I fed 'em right
[Verse 5]
I had these **** bosses, never paid wages
Ever bag a whole brick? I swear it takes ages
Throw that work up in the bowl until that flake changes
I be juggin' through the city like I ain't famous
[Verse 6]
With songs beatin' on the radio, the same time I'm in the trap
Workin' out the ratio
With so much budge up in the room
They said, are you done soon? 'Cause they couldn't take the fumes
[Verse 7]
Countin' money till I sleep
Won't stop till all of my **** eat
Orderin' in Philippe
Audemars and Phillippes
[Verse 8]
Chanel runners, I been lit for 12 summers
Only ask if it's big business and jail numbers
Louie Vuitton that I'm rockin' come in like twelve hunnid
The line is bangin', I swear I need about twelve runners
[Verse 9]
Nine-eleven through Beverly, nothin' like these celebrities
Got it from trappin', not talkin' all on the melody
Skelly cost about seventy, courtesy of my felonies
I'ma be juggin' till the day that they bury me
[Verse 10]
And you can catch me in the hood, block party
Next week in Florida, yacht party
Rollies and Audemars, not Cartie's
**** bustin' that dead watch, that's not classy
[Verse 11]
Trident runnin' through my yard lookin' for the jackpot
What the fuck you think I live up in my trap spot?
They thought they'd find a couple bricks and a crack pot
I think everyone's talkin', I swear the trap's hot
[Verse 12]
The games changed, these **** strange
They don't wanna ride birds, they just sayin' names
President of the trap when you say my name
I came in with principles, I'ma stay the same
[Verse 13]
Countin' money till I sleep
Won't stop till all of my **** eat
Orderin' in Philippe
Audemars and Phillippes
Written by: Jonathan Wrate
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