Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Travis
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Travis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Falls
Producer
Lyrics
I'm like the leaves in the fall never blend or dissolve
Orange paint on my walls, blue lights in the hall
Thinking big, never small, ass, tits, and her jaws
Paying rent for your home, paying rent for the zone
So damn deep when I'm on the creep
Still got drugs but I never sleep
Still got plugs when I'm in the east
Pocket full of money, but we ride on E
WaterBoyz for life everything on me
I'm too bright, probably make your eyes bleed
Flow so sick, turn a **** Chinese
So low-key where they won't find me
I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch, where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool
'Cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames
I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch, where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool
'Cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames
Bitch, I'ma grind 'til the day that I drop
I'ma die then come back as a raindrop
Hype-beast ass ****, y'all so flip-flop
Baby catch up bitch, this not hip-hop
I don't really give a fuck, just playin' hop scotch
On the beat 'cause it's easy for a **** why not?
Smoke blunts 'til I fall and my heartbeat stops
Beat a **** in the hall 'til the teacher came out
Didn't even need to smoke, now I gotta keep an ounce
And I smoke with my **** when they all money down
And you already know, boy, I'm comin' through your town
Like Jason Voorhees, here to shut shit down
Phone worth about a mil' 'cause the verses in my pad
East Memphis vet bitch, that's somethin' you never had
All these girls on my dick, bruh, shout out to my dad
Claim you smoking on new shit harder than brass
I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch, where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool
'Cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames
I don't give a fuck about you
Bitch, where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool
'Cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you
I know your game
Promise I can't be with you
You fuck with lames
Written by: Chris Travis
