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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Moe
Young Moe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mohamed Abdelaziz
Mohamed Abdelaziz
Songwriter
Kobe Vidal Crawford
Kobe Vidal Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anweezy
Anweezy
Producer
Outlvw
Outlvw
Producer

Lyrics

See my pockets gettin swole
I’m tryna get a little bigger
I was broke, I still knew that I’m a million dollar ****
Got your bitch tryna roll like she on a bicycle
Every **** round me eatin, if he broke he ain’t with us like
**** pick a side or stay, you gotta stand on what you say
If my **** caught a bid I treat his kids like my kids
I don’t talk bout what I did **** this just how I live
Lord please
You know I’m tired of the hopin wishin
I lost some **** on the road to riches
In the car, we got poles but we ain’t going fishin
Can’t find a **** like me I’m like the golden ticket
Every night we heard them shots, now here go the sirens
I took a loss they actin like I caught corona virus
Thinking everybody was with me, I ain’t know no better
F*ck that bitch like I’m in love, she think we go together
Can’t believe my **** Osman think I turned my back
Mighta lost some paper for you but i can earn it back
Tryna teach my little brother how to stand on morals
Ain’t gotta go through what I went through
I took the losses for us
You need a grimy dude
How you eatin without your dawg? He got a family too
Before I ever bought some diamonds, took my mom out public housing
Tryna help em up, I lost some **** climbin, real one
**** pick a side or stay, you gotta stand on what you say
If my **** caught a bid I treat his kids like my kids
I don’t talk bout what I did **** this just how I live
I don’t talk bout what I did, no that shit’ll get you fucked up
They ain’t see what I put in they just think a **** lucked up
I don’t know what else you heard
I like my hoe and smoke stuck up
I ain’t talking barber what I’m sippin ain’t got no cut
Crawford hit that lick how I wish that he was sober
If I was rich at the time would’ve got him a good lawyer
That Ferrari ain’t the only thing racing
My mind drive all type of places
I got rooms I don’t use just cuz I stood up in that vacant
**** whole body froze like I told my jeweler taze me
Wishin I was broke cuz it seem like only money make em love me more
Sometimes I wonder who gon be here when the sun don’t show
It was God’s plan, how you **** mad I’m chosen?
I count that money like
**** pick a side or stay, you gotta stand on what you say
If my **** caught a bid I treat his kids like my kids
I don’t talk bout what I did **** this just how I live
Written by: Kobe Vidal Crawford, Mohamed Abdelaziz
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