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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Z Money
Z Money
Performer
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zernardo Tate
Zernardo Tate
Composer
Mario Foster
Mario Foster
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RioMac
RioMac
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yesterday, my business shook a hundred, I reused it
Bitches gettin' tucks inside they tummy, they renewed it
You can't get no work if you ain't paid, lil boy, you losin'
Somebody front the sales up in the liquor, and he gon' move it
Bitches always wanna go on dates, I swear they choosy
The Wraith ain't got a lotta fuckin' space, and I can't use it
And if they drop my muthafuckin' case, I act a cool ass
I'ma send lil bro, send sixteen shots right at your doo-rag
[Verse 2]
And if you know me, you know that my bank roll is enormous
I need no assistance, I'm ballin' like a hornet
I'm wearin' two sixty thousand dollar watches before tourin'
Really can't believe how I got that rich off snortin'
Ballin' all game, but I'ma kill 'em in the fourth quarter
Diamonds not the same, my shit straight up out the water
Two sixes on the vert, I think I purchased, ordered four 'em
Ten dope boys on this team and I'ma start 'em
Homie wasn't with me, he want lawyer, now he starvin'
So many hundreds that I got to stuntin', they out ballin'
Real drug dealer, but sometimes I make deposits
Send a couple robbers
[Verse 3]
Yesterday, my business shook a hundred, I reused it
Bitches gettin' tucks inside they tummy, they renewed it
You can't get no work if you ain't paid, lil boy, you losin'
Somebody front the sales up in the liquor, and he gon' move it
Bitches always wanna go on dates, I swear they choosy
The Wraith ain't got a lotta fuckin' space, and I can't use it
And if they drop my muthafuckin' case, I act a cool ass
I'ma send lil bro, send sixteen shots right at your doo-rag
[Verse 4]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, who that?
Hold up, Z, let me grab my fuckin' toolie
Better shake some, like a muthafuckin' smoothie
All these damn clips, I'm finna shoot a damn movie
Glock Urkle, two straps, yeah, did I do that?
Pull up with a Uzi, yeah, all my dead friends
Smokin' on some ivory, yeah, high like Redman
**** you's a scared man, yeah, you a dead man
One shot to the dome, then you gone
Had to knock that **** off, why? Thought he was on, huh
Bitch, I rock a lot of gold, and tote that chrome, huh
Bitch, I rock a lot of gold, and tote that chrome, fire
[Verse 5]
Yesterday, my business shook a hundred, I reused it
Bitches gettin' tucks inside they tummy, they renewed it
You can't get no work if you ain't paid, lil boy, you losin'
Somebody front the sales up in the liquor, and he gon' move it
Bitches always wanna go on dates, I swear they choosy
The Wraith ain't got a lotta fuckin' space, and I can't use it
And if they drop my muthafuckin' case, I act a cool ass
I'ma send lil bro, send sixteen shots right at your doo-rag
Written by: Mario Foster, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Unknown Writer, Zernardo Tate
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