Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayson L Cornelius
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jayson Lyric
Producer
Camp Bond
Producer
Oktober1st
Producer
Sir Tim
Producer
Lyrics
Time is money
And I'm working on that Richard Mille
It's up to me to
Drop the ball like I'm centerfield
I gotta touch Ledbetter
When I'm in the cliff
I be in and out the cut
Like I'm Emmit Smith
They tried to give a **** crumbs
But I need a mill
Real bosses at my table
And we split the bill
Gotta watch for the snakes
When you in the field
They ain't down to ride for you
They just spinning wheels
Don't make me
Take your bitch to Nobu
Cause a **** will
Im best friends with the chef
That's my **** Will
Lord bless a **** game
And a new chain
Fuck around
Came down
In that a Mulsanne
I can see it now
When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road
When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road
On this road to success
I ain't done yet
In the trenches
I ain't in to having fun yet
But when it's time Sunset
Until the sun set
When your paper long
She gone make her tongue stretch
You can have the bitch
I ain't sentimental
That's what's Bun said
Never put one
Above the other
That's a bunk bed
My first love
Was a drum set
I never asked
Did she come yet
I play for keeps
And I keep it One hundred
Just know I represent the house
Like Congress
You ain't on
Unless your whole team on
Nick and sams for fam
That's how you throw your dawg a bone
When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road
When the sun rise
Come falling
When the Midnight
Come calling
No I can't miss my calling
I gotta hit the road
Written by: Jayson L Cornelius