Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orville Hall
Songwriter
Phillip Price
Songwriter
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
White Anthony G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
J. White Did It
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'ma real street ****, I don't see it that way
I bought a Rolls Royce 'cause bitch I want my roses today
Y'all been hiding from the truth but y'all gon' listen today
I'm the head coach so know what position to play
Get this bag, shawty, yeah I gotta fly to the Bay
Knock the meat out ya rib, I got tape on the K
She a goddess of the trap, angel white like the yay
She so motherfuckin' thicc, you let her know where you stay
Like a cartoon, bitch took a pie to the face
Ice Cube, cold gang, it's one hell of a day
She got a real pretty face, you like "Where's the waist?"
Took the bitch to the place and she like "Where's the safe?" (Huh)
[Verse 2]
Looking at my pockets it's filled with blue hunnids
Don't nothin' move me, but the Goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear
The stick long as broom, it can kill a reindeer
Before you came here, we was selling cane here
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here
Better not make a false step 'cause they yellin' "Help! Help!"
Wet 'em up like Mike Phelps, didn't see Bill
[Verse 3]
Gamblin' with the Trap God, better not welch
He brought it on his own self he caused his own death
Tryna make a death threat with a weak rep
Uphill battle running up some steep steps
Ballers on the right, haters on the left
Money made these bitches can't keep they hands to they-self
The way this money coming in, shit, I'ma need some help
East Atlanta Santa and you're all Santa's Elves
Buckin', used to pull it, ****, I was just 12
You still ain't get no straightening ****, you still took a L
If I do a feature it's gon' cost like 50 bales
I need an endorsement, I'm the poster boy for scales
Took a million risks, I took the train, I took the mail
Most you **** share, I sell water to a whale
Tried to break me in a cell, I'm too strong, I still prevail
Smoke one for a Aailyah, ****, turn this one up a lil'
[Verse 4]
Looking at my pockets it's filled with blue hunnids
Don't nothin' move me, but the Goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear
The stick long as broom, it can kill a reindeer
Before you came here, we was selling cane here
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here
Better not make a false step 'cause they yellin' "Help! Help!"
Wet 'em up like Mike Phelps, didn't see Bill
Written by: Anthony Germaine White, Orville Hall, Phillip Price, Radric Delantic Davis
