Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashad Christopher Kelly
Songwriter
Tyran Walton
Songwriter
Thomas Hudson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray “Tone” Haynes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
T.Y
Jet Life
Taylor Gang
Stay on Game
Bitch
Ugh
Run that shit
(Chorus)
And all my **** paid
All yo **** lazy
All my bitches bad
And all yo hoes fugazi
I’m thinkin’ bout coppin one of them new bentleys and gettin a driver
Spend that same money on a old school and have that bitch lookin like a first prize winner
T.Y
(Verse)
I just want to touch a million dollars I don’t give a fuck bout no million followers
Sideline hating’ that’s yo problem real **** focus on what they got
Fresh as fuck just to chill inside
We don’t really fuck with the other side
Take a pill hoping that’s gone calm me down but that only make the beast come alive
Tell a bitch keep her balance like a broom ride
Drive down Wall Street in a Countache
Hard body I scream out hoora
Went to the gun show and bought a few choppas
If you ain’t know I’m the Jetlife don dada
(If you ain’t know I’m the Jetlife don dada)
Paasky
(Verse)
Fifth side yeah the nickel made me
OG I’m a 80’s baby
It was Richard Panya, Glen Mets, I don’t give bout no Genovese
DMB I’m affiliated so I throw it up I regurgitate it
They was Pena’ 10s poppin 30s fuckin’ right we got it percolating
**** bought his so I bought mine
Shit I guess we double datin’
Hold your horses stop the races cake was bakin’
Lil **** soulja hated
I was off in that gold Mercedes wit the gorgeous lady
Pussy sweet so I call it Sadie
Playa shit so I penetrated then Im cool on it yeah its ventilated
Man them **** bitin’ so its emulated
I bleed trill yea its menastruated
My **** copped the Jeep then he pulled up wit the doors off like its renovated
Got the juice yeah its minutemaided
**** show me somethin’ you should demonstrate it
Take ya man squeeze now she lemonaded
Call me Fat P yeah I’m heavyweighted
Lil bitch
T.Y
(Chorus)
And all my **** paid
All yo **** lazy
All my bitches bad
And all yo hoes fugazi
And all my **** paid
All yo **** lazy
All my bitches bad
And all yo hoes fugazi
(Hook)
I’m thinkin’ bout coppin one of them new bentleys and gettin a driver
Spend that same money on a old school and have that bitch lookin like a first prize winner
First prize winner
(first prize winner)
First prize winner
(first prize winner)
First prize winner
(first prize winner)
First prize winner
(first prize winner)
Written by: Rashad Christopher Kelly, Thomas Hudson, Tyran Walton