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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Keed
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lohitvishnu Thanaskodi
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Wesley Weston
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoyBrown
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Reminiscin' 'bout these old days, realize I came a long way
I'ma always get that paper, no break
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake
**** talkin' and it's fiction they just wanna hate
I reel these hoes in like I'm fishin' money was the bait
I had to run racks up, keep it on me uh-huh
Hoe tryin' to duck me, tryin' to cut up, bitch, uh-uh
Yeah, I'm tryna get a bag yeah, get a bag yeah where I'm from
Nah boy, there ain't nothing passin' these junkie **** these crumbs
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing I'ma keep smokin' blow my lungs
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing young slime ridin' 'round with 'em
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing count a bankroll till the early morn'
[Verse 2]
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Oh yeah
All of 'em built soft
Oh, let's go
[Verse 3]
Yeah bitch, weighin' up this hard on this motherfuckin' scale, bitch
Yeah, I was stickin' around to wait for that exotic to come through
The mail bitch, young **** Scooby Scoob, go and get some money
****, 'fore the bail hit, a **** havin' pressure on these hoes
But you now slime fuckin' bad shit
Finna ball me into a superstar ain't nothing 'bout me average
Got big drip yeah real drip shit **** ain't even havin'
I put a big clip on a big chip and you know slime get to smashin'
Yeah
[Verse 4]
Reminiscin' 'bout these old days realize I came a long way
I'ma always get that paper no break
I got all type of water on my neck just like a lake
**** talkin' and it's fiction they just wanna hate
I reel these hoes in like I'm fishin', money was the bait
I had to run racks up, keep it on me, uh-huh
Hoe tryin' to duck me, tryin' to cut up, bitch, uh-uh
Yeah I'm tryin' to get a bag yeah, get a bag yeah where I'm from
Nah boy, there ain't nothing passin' these junkie **** these crumbs
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing I'ma keep smokin' blow my lungs
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing we can get smoke, we can get it on
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing young slime ridin' 'round with 'em
Nah bitch, it ain't nothing count a bankroll till the early morn'
Written by: Raqhid Render, YoungBoyBrown