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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Tory Lanez
Vocals
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Programming
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cassius
Cassius
Producer
Johann Chavez
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Play Picasso
Play Picasso
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
From nothin' to somethin'
Yo, Tory (That boy Cassius)
[Verse 2]
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami
I done hit a hundred licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy **** understand me
[Verse 3]
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami
I done made a lot of moves in the Camry
You know gangsters don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
Miami, Miami
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I done came up from nothin'
Somethin' made off of nothin'
Couple rings, I was hustlin'
Through the rain and the storm
Through the hunger and the jungle
I'll just slide on a ****
A hundred grand on a ****
I never ran from a ****
I may have hit a couple Zoes
I may have hit a couple credit card fraud scams on a ****
But I land on a ****
It wasn't a chance for ****
I bought in the bands for ****, yeah
In the court, I been missin' court, yeah
Got a warrant, so I put that shit in sport, yeah
I lost so many of my **** on the off-street
I can't believe some of my **** double-crossed me
Shit is hard and I'm broken, but I cope
I'll fit a three-five in the Backwood when I smoke
And **** askin' why I smoke so many blunts, huh?
Because these Backwoods and these blunts are full of numb, huh
And all this Actavis and drank, it make me numb, huh
The only time I feel at peace is when I'm dumb high
I keep the flashy Jesus pieces when I'm stuntin' now
I keep a quarter-million pieces when I'm stuntin' now
[Verse 5]
Them dumb ass teachers and police, they said I'd be nothin', huh?
I ducked the Priest and chased my dreams and now it's somethin', huh?
That Wraith ain't rented, when I pull up, man, it's somethin', huh?
I'm movin' geechy with bitches, they be out buggin' now
Talkin' with opinions, all they got is opinions
I'm baggin' fours and millions, all y'all pussy **** my minions
I spend days in Givenchy, mama told me I would get it
I kept a .30 on me long and it had the extension
These **** did me dirty, no, I can't speak on friendship
I can't speak on this tension, spent most the year suspended
Bitch, I came from the bottom, finna head to the tippy
One thing a **** noticed, I gotta get it, that's why it's a
[Verse 6]
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami
I done hit a hundred licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy **** understand me
[Verse 7]
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami
I done made a lot of moves in the Camry
You know gangsters don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
Miami, Miami
[Verse 8]
I done made myself a livin'
I been dodgin' the sentence
I asked God for forgiveness
Then I put rose gold on the tennis
I told 'em put a hold on the hearin'
Is it 458 on the engine?
Feel like I'm in the race for these millions
Put it in the safe for the business
Walk with a hundred K in the denim
I know why he got hate in his feelings
These **** want the wave I invented
I'm gonna cop a Wraith and a Bentley
Dolce & Gabbana, Gunna drippin'
Hard time gettin' this money independent
[Verse 9]
Top off in the summer 'cause we winnin'
Windows up and we breezy
VVS from Elliot and my pearls came from CC
Bal Harbour shopping spree anytime I'm in Miami
Hope to see my people face when I make it to the Grammys
Park the Yacht next to the dock and we hoppin' on a jetski
Bought the racks for my Rollie watch, see me shinin' from the nosebleeds
Pour the syrup in my soda pop, I hope I never OD
They steal the drip when my pictures drop, they lookin' like the old me
And I bought a jacket, M.I.A., I'm with my dog
I painted a picture, you can frame it on a wall, yeah
I made her my bitch and painted the insides of her walls, yeah
Got a bank account and fill it with M's so we can ball
[Verse 10]
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami
I done hit a hundred licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy **** understand me
[Verse 11]
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami
I done made a lot of moves in the Camry
You know gangsters don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami
Written by: Daystar Peterson, Joshua Cross, Sergio Kitchens
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