Top Songs By Owen Hunte
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Owen Hunte
Performer
Marcus L Fitzgerald
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Owen Hunte
Songwriter
Marcus L Fitzgerald
Songwriter
Lyrics
Can’t be mentally caged
Catch me hitting the stage
Who is the boy with the swag?
That’s chick with the braids
All of you Vicks are afraid
Know you can feel that I’m paid
Dash got digital drip
This is not minimum wage
This that home run money
For the long run
’Til we all done
We ball on
We climbed over our milestones, baby
And the backyard’s like a mile long, baby
This is the swag
Bro
It’s like champagne every day
See my campaign came to play
And your campaign’s in the way
All of you rappers are fans, y’all ain’t holding us up
Money straps in the bands, ain’t no folding it up
Straight up
It’s like champagne every day
See my campaign came to play
And your campaign’s in the ways
All of you rappers are fans, y’all ain’t holding us up
Money straps in the bands, ain’t no folding it up
Straight up
The way we roll in the truck
Rolling ’em up
Ain’t no sobering when we fly over your bus
We cold to touch
Consecutive winning, so it’s no interrupt
We was like curry in them
It was like permanent then
I had the burgundy Benz
State of emergency when I
Inadvertently win
Showing my things off like I purposely win
For certain we playing as we hard as we working
We throwing the ones at the merchant
They pulling out whips with the curtains
They said that I’m realer in person
Yeah
It’s like champagne every day
See my campaign came to play
And your campaign’s in the ways
All of you rappers are fans, y’all ain’t holding us up
Money straps in the bands, ain’t no folding it up
Straight up
It’s like champagne every day
See my campaign came to play
And your campaign’s in the ways
All of you rappers are fans, y’all ain’t holding us up
Money straps in the bands, ain’t no folding it up
Straight up
Written by: Marcus L Fitzgerald, Owen Darwin Hunte