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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Vocals
Flea Diamonds
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
Ernst Junior Nelson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babyface Ray
Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Mixing Engineer
Flea Diamonds
Producer
Lyrics
Flea
You know what I'm sayin'?
It is what it is, ****, we ain't trippin' 'bout nothin', shit
Nothin', everything profit, ****
Now, I can sit and tell you 'bout the diamonds on my chest like everything was easy
<span begin="16.740" end="20.347">Spoke to Fatboy the other day, he say he's still gettin' money, what's new?</span> <span begin="19.701" end="21.866">(He still gettin' money, you know ain't nothin' new to us, ****)</span>
All my latest problems come from bitches, so you know I had to cut 'em all loose
<span begin="26.687" end="30.213">You know I got the juice like I had Bishop hand and I threw him off the roof</span> <span begin="30.213" end="32.077">(You know I got the swag, lame-ass ****)</span>
Bitch ****, you your mama's boy (Yeah)
All these free bands got my bitch spoiled
Break the mob rules, you get sent for (Come here)
That Rollie fit my wrist like it's meant for it
**** small fry, I'm Big Boy, gettin' chips more
Turnt up, got these bad bitches suckin' dick more
Burnin' 'za, got my own pack, give me six for it (Yeah)
Dope prices, it be up and down like a six-four, yeah
Sprintin' to that money got me outta breath
Lil' **** at the grown court, still yellin', "Next"
I know heaven real, man, I done been through hell and back (No cap)
I done been through band after band, down to my last (Bags)
You might piss me off, all my lil' **** come and crash (Go get his ass)
****, when it rain, you get wet, I can smell the grass (Yeah)
Smilin' in my face, deep down, I can tell he mad (Fuck him)
Bitch **** caught me down bad, so I keep the mag (Bitch ass)
Bad thoughts runnin' through my mind, I can't sleep at all
Did my first million, real talk, I was thinkin' raw
Call lil' cuz Dum-Dum, he don't think at all, blankin' out
Send a hundred B's down your way just to peep it out
Slow leaks in the air mattress, you should see the house now (Go)
Thirty-P play, finna meet with Bob now (Bob)
Put her in a pent', I won't even stop out (Mmm-mmm)
Me and Eggo courtside, call him Tata (Like the Roc ****)
Make her hit her knees like my name Allah, rockin' fear of God
Swear it might take a little longer, I don't dick-ride
Wavy Navy, you ain't in that circle, I ain't pickin' sides
Trill **** with it, hit the door once we switch vibes (Trill ****)
My young **** took the brick road, Wizard of the Oz
Compare to who? Laughin' at you ****, all the jokes aside (****)
I'm at Ocean Prime, I got motion now
Caught cases, but you still out, you a fuckin' cop
She a demon, when the nut come, you supposed to stop (Ooh)
Pretty face drippin' like me, ass pokin' out
Ask Kash, she can vouch for me (Ask Kash)
Ask G, he can vouch for me (Ask G)
Ask them ****, man, I doubt it's beef
I thought ****'d be proud of me
Like he just came big shit poppin', keep a lot of these
Stay lit, hit everything but the lottery (Lit, lit)
I was on chill, then these lame **** started me (I was on chill)
Told redhead that she good, girl, you part of me
Big V sittin' on my chest like a Bari tee
Think I might grab Maybach, paint it army green (Maybach)
'Bout to buy mom a big house just to stash racks (Uh)
I was told keep this shit a hundred, no cash back
****, what you on? No flashbacks (Huh?)
Shit you **** on, I'm past that (I'm past that)
Come around stealin' sauce with your crab ass (Lame ass)
"Face, boy, you the next to blow," my Arab said (Oh, yeah)
Written by: Ernst Junior Nelson, Marcellus Register