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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NoCap
NoCap
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
Kobe Crawford
Kobe Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al'Geno
Al'Geno
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She don't want Burberry, say she want Celine
My **** the reason detectives on the crime scene
Is you gon' come outside or you gon' hide when it's pressure?
I don't need a stylist, hunded thousand in my dresser
That money will turn your friends to enemies
They ain't tell us but I want a fortune
No one around, I still hear voices, brand new AP
Money don't make me, money don't make me, dawg
[Verse 2]
Brand new top speed, my car and my ho look better when the top come off
Thought you wanted me winning, I thought you would smile, didn't think that you face would fall
Fucked up in the trenches
I gotta thank God 'cause shit so different now
I thought about venting
But shawty might go put all my business out
Put a scope on it, that's more aim, no toothbrush, no mouthwash
****, where was you when I needed shoes? I was posted in that drug house
One of me, a hundred of y'all, was taught to never back down
These **** gotta kill me 'fore they play me
Fifty in my clip like Curtis, all them youngins know is murder
I got money, that's for certain
It ain't nothing to turn them dirt
I try with my heart first
Then I try my brain, it work
Grinding like I'm Tony Hawk, stacking this green like Larry Bird
[Verse 3]
Never at peace, I got love for the streets, whenever I turn it be hugging the curve
Tru got it right, he just post on the dead end
Fuck the game but I'm having my head in
Three hundred thousand on the Urus
No insurance on my jewelry
Hope them demons let me go like Takeoff
Need 60K to hit Lure like Adolph
Old Mac 11 when I'm in Atlanta like Trey Young
Came from nothing, ****, remember life didn't matter, I made one
On the internet they keep throwing shots, but they can't take none
Burn this money up keep talking 'bout cremate it, still pulling up Ashton
Still pulling up Ashton, still pulling up Ashton
[Verse 4]
She don't want Givenchy, say she want Celine
My **** the reason detectives on the crime scene
Is you gon' come outside or you gon' hide when it's pressure?
I don't need a stylist, hunded thousand in my dresser
That money will turn your friends to enemies
They ain't tell us but I want a fortune
No one around, I still hear voices, brand new AP
Money don't make me, money won't change me, dawg
Written by: Gene Hixon, Kobe Crawford
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