Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kai Ca$h
Performer
King Combs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
03 Greedo
Songwriter
Vonce Johnson
Songwriter
Christian Combs
Songwriter
Kasien Sandy
Songwriter
Arya Bhavsar
Songwriter
Justin Combs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arya
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, I'm on the Westside ****
Westside get the money
But I'm Eastside ****
Yeah
Uh
I laid her down, now she out like a light switch
Put her legs in the air like a pilot
N-Y summertime where the vibes is
Thursdays I show love out in Dyckman
Westside hear this knock but they like this
Show Cali some love, only right (Uh)
No, I can't fall in love, not my type (Uh)
Even play with the flu like I'm Mike (Uh)
Scoreboard on my bullshit like Jordan is
Up like a ornament, Ca$h in the audience
Money bags on the way like I ordered it
Bills green like forests is
Tough like Chuck Norris is
New hunnids they sick bitch, they blue (Blue)
Peel the top back, I rip off my roof (Roof)
**** couldn't walk a inch in my suit (Suit)
Got my cash in rotation, shit loop
I took a deal just to beat that indictment
My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman
I got some straights from Dior, now they dykin'
Before we fuck I tell 'em let me see they license
It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases, had to take a deal just to see snowfall
I ain't really get too far past section, droppin' dope off
Flights to the Eastside gettin' money
Flights to the Westside, stay one hunnid
Yeah, you can see this drip when I walk
Lil' bitch this a boss when I talk
I mack down, spend a bag in Philippe
C-Y-N took your girl, that's for keeps
Yeah that's facts, take your girl when we wanna (What?)
If I pass to the gang, she a goner (Say what, what?)
If she come to the crib, she a goner (Huh, huh)
Push to start, got no keys, that's a foreign (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Since young, C-Y-N been the same gang (What?)
Stay low and stack dough and just maintain (What?)
I get money and my gang do the same thing
Gold Rollie, white face, that shit plain-jane
Count checks, I stack up like Eiffel
My wrist on ice, VV's dance like Michael
Might just go blind, my lady don't like you
She not too nice
We get paid to fly to Paris, Dubai
I took a deal just to beat that indictment
My New York Grapes let me sightsee on Dyckman
I got some straights from Dior, now they dykin'
Before we fuck I tell 'em let me see they license
It's like just 'cause we fightin' cases, had to take a deal just to see snowfall
I ain't really get too far past section, droppin' dope off
Flights to the Eastside gettin' money
Flights to the Westside, stay one hunnid
Written by: 03 Greedo, Arya Bhavsar, Christian Combs, Justin Combs, Kasien Sandy, Vonce Johnson, Vonce Johnson Ii