Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Luther Mattis
Songwriter
Lyrics
(Jibz on production)
Bag of **** talk shit and that's big facts
You ever seen a Opp boy and had to spin back?
You ever copped a HB and had to whip that?
I'm tryna make couple mill and just kick back
I'm tryna make couple mill in this ting
When my line goes hot I just switch up my sim
Push weight on the road, push weight in the gym
Still scraping this bowl, putting rocks into cling
It's a dirty game, still bagging up this dirty beige
Mudz died, I hit the block with a .38
My OG's still trapping and he's 38
Hella gassed first time I seen 80k
First time I seen a quid I was gassed
And ever since then yeah I've been in the trap
And I still cop weed by the pack
I just break it all down, then I go and get the bag
Money motivated, you know what it is
I'll be on the grind til' the day I'm rich
Yeah we get the pack, then we make a flip
And if we get the drop, then we take a trip
Money motivated, you know what it is
Cling film and razors on my shopping list
Call it Kung Fu the way I chop a brick
The buj come dark like chocolate
Flake comes soft, half a box, that's lots of dust
Rock it up, pots and pans, I'ma' wash it up
Lock it up, swimming in the water like a octopus
Make it transform like Optimus
True I'm in my prime like Optimus
Started from the bottom, now there's no one on top of us
Them **** watching us, now they wanna copy us
They thought I lost my touch, now my name keeps popping up
I'm from the hottest hood, trust me my hoods hot as fuck
Loading clips, cocking guns
Hitting licks and shotting drugs
In the bando counting profit up
I guess that 9-5 was not enough
Money motivated, you know what it is
I'll be on the grind til' the day I'm rich
Yeah we get the pack, then we make a flip
And if we get the drop, then we take a trip
Written by: Robert Luther Mattis