Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Performer
David Lawrence Brewster
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Lawrence Brewster
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hum Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Who else gon' go get it the right way?
Twelve hunnid, flipped a couple baggies, that's a light day
Gamble for your life, learn to get light at a dice game
Shake somethin', ask bet, you livin'
We gon' take somethin'
Hunnid thousand dollars worth of jewelry on, come take somethin'
We ain't gotta shoot, I see your jaw, I'm tryna break somethin'
I'm the one Allah blessed, 220 on the dash, let's take a car test
Saks Fifth with the homies, we all fresh
[Verse 2]
Uh, I was Crip before I had a rap deal
I ain't chasin' clout, them **** don't know how the trap feel
Any city, stand tall
Tryna see my man ball
**** you and your man soft, I don't know how a nap feel
I be wide awake
Countin' a lotta cake
I got a foreign, you got a foreign
Fuck it, we gotta race
Put 'em on a real **** diet, somethin' she gotta taste
Watchin' my money grow, play the bungalow
That's my hideaway
[Verse 3]
Ten years ago, I was dreamin' (Dreamin')
That I was tourin'
Had the ankle Ralph Lauren
These rap **** wild borin'
They ain't entertainin' me
Behind the Gucci belt is where the stainless be
You better catch a body if you aim at me
I be where the jackboys, the hustlers and the gangstas be
Did a couple corporate deals, honestly, ain't no changin' me
Drop 'em in the river, by his ankles where the anchor be
Powder for your bitch face like maybe it's Maybelline
[Verse 4]
'Cause friends turn to foes
Got a drip on the pole
**** know how it go
I do this shit for my soul
Told my **** let's get it
I got some homies that's gon' shoot 'til you finished
Nothin' personal, this shit is just bidness
Killed the target and witness
It ain't no stoppin' 'cause we started the mission
Look in the sky and I ask God for forgiveness
I'm with robbers and killers
Clockin' in, I do my job and get busy
You wanna rob me, shit, you gotta come kill me
Sleep with the pound on me
[Verse 5]
Nowadays I'm goin' up, all these bitches go down on me
Light work, sixty dub bags, quarter pound on me
Crown on me, I don't claim king, just run the town homie
At the lounge dolie
Hoodie low, don't need the crowd on me
(Crowd on me, crowd on me, crowd on me, crowd on me)
Written by: David Lawrence Brewster