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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
M Huncho
Vocals
Quincy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M Huncho
Composer
Quincy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy
Producer
Sean Donoghue
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got rid of the keys, I got me some cash
Tell Quincy to play the piano
Go to the studio, tour a four
Pull up at the show in a Viano
So many figures, it's hurtin' my fingers
Italian fashion, I'm Figaro
Shit, it's only real in my vision
I'm real, just like dem alone
I had to re-up again
It's not for me, it's for my friends
Stacks in the bank, I don't need fame
Everyone here, they just pretend
I'm for this throne, I don't contend
I'm for my money, who's makin' friends?
I got a call, I sold a ten
I got a call, I sold my Benz
Go to my house, I don't pay rent
I got this music, I'm goin' in
I got these hoes makin' me sin
Don't sugar coat, I say how it is
I say how it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I say how it is
[Verse 2]
I made a deposit, but yeah, I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game, and yeah, I open some doors
Now I'm thinkin' about marble on floors
Ceiling over my head, but I'm on the clouds
Plant a seed in my wife, yeah, so I get a child
We gotta survive, this shit don't suffice
[Verse 3]
I got it right, they're going left
They're in decline, Dolce and Gabbana
I'm up in Havana, the weather's so nice
Living a life, it is so calm, I'm the skies
Ay, who is this guy? Yeah
The money is piling, the women exotic
The cube got some bricks, the bricks, they be foreign
The coupe is foreign and Huncho is foreign, yeah, yeah
Only bosses, you cannot sit here
Only some real brothers in the building, yeah
Quarter pound needs trimming, yeah
Came up drug dealing
Came up drug dealing
Came up with no feelings
Try hard to go visit
Always tryna dodge prison
Got stories and they chillin'
Stories and they're chillin'
But I'll speak when I make me a million, yeah
[Verse 4]
I made a deposit, but yeah, I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game, and yeah, I open some doors
Now I'm thinkin' about marble on floors
Ceiling over my head, but I'm on the clouds
Plant a seed in my wife, yeah, so I get a child
We gotta survive, this shit don't suffice
[Verse 5]
I made a deposit, but yeah, I need some more
I usually go by myself to settle the scores
I usually don't have the time, the time for a whore
I came to the game, and yeah, I open some doors
Written by: M Huncho, Quincy