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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Composer
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Verse 2]
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
[Verse 3]
Just a college **** tryna smoke
Just a college ****, honor roll
I dropped out of college, lost my home
Yeah, I'm stacking up all these student loans
Yeah, the dean was racist, I'm a criminal
I just dropped your college on my clothes
I just dropped your college on these stones
Eliott
[Verse 4]
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
[Verse 5]
On my grind, yeah, every day
Praying that I don't make no mistakes
'Member times was hard, making something shake
I'm in L.A. where the earth quakes
Yeah, I just moved to L.A., feel like Kanye
Everybody wanna have a Kim K
I'm just tryna kick it like a sensei
I just want my money to come, ándale
[Verse 6]
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
[Verse 7]
She interrogates, I got hoes in every state
Lil' bitch, I am Bourne, got no baby on the way
I ain't worried 'bout that ****, man, that **** fake
I just found my fortune, end of the rainbow
When I was little I said, "That shit was gold"
I keep going Platinum, swear I ain't though
**** barcode, **** sold their soul
[Verse 8]
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
Roamin' around Queens with my bros
We ain't have no money, we was broke
Police at the fucking front door
Flush the shit in the toilet bowl
[Verse 9]
Let's switch positions
Stack my commission
Fuck all the bitches
Gotta get your riches
She gave me her digits
She was sure-shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
Fuck the check up
Fuck the check up
Fuck the check up
Private jet, us
New necklace
They respect us
'Cause got my check up
[Verse 10]
(Damn Pi'erre, where'd you find this?)
Written by: Pi’erre Bourne
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