Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Smoove
Vocals
Michgan Meech
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaelin Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michgan Meech
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Keep everything in the background too
For this one
I'm a young rich bastard (Meech)
I'm a young rich bastard (Michigan Meech)
[Chorus]
Sweet life like Zach and Cody
Me and Meech Tim and Ginobili
I don't wanna see that **** buyin' shit if he owe me
I learned my lesson, I ain't fucked up 'bout you if you ho me
We throw up the same signs, every **** with me rollin'
Hell nah, I can't trust you
If you ain't F, then I can't front you
I'm that **** and I know it
If she married, bet she fuckin'
You gon' be ashes if you touch me
She like my smell when she hug me
I don't care if we in public
You start playin', I'm gon' bust you
[Verse 1]
I started staying to myself, it was fake, they ain't love me
Yeah, I know I'm worth them M's, in the trenches, I be thuggin'
On my neck, it's two-fifty, when she see me, she gon' suck it
Spent ten on these Goyards to hold another hundred
I'ma fold 'em, I done sold 'em, but see, I ain't doin' shit
**** solid 'til they comin', now they told the whole script
You know my **** hittin' banks, they ain't really hittin' licks
You know these **** fake scammin', they weren't really takin' trips
You know you die you break the code
Name me somethin' I ain't sold
Every **** with me froze
And all my **** got that load
Ain't no **** with me told
All y'all **** broke and bold
Only money call my phone
So I love my ringtone
He ain't a gangster, he a rat
How you gangster, gettin' smacked?
I got cameras all around this bitch, you play, you gettin' tapped
I told bro go hit his point, we treat **** like craps
**** buyin' shit, take the picture, then they take it back
Where that drank at? Let me pour it
I'm off a pill, but she ain't even know it
Fifty thousand or five hundred, don't make no difference if you blow it
I ain't even gotta try, I bet the baddest bitches going
Spent one-twenty on a 'Cat, spent one-fifty on a foreign
All my millions, they be minute maid
Throw that money, boy, you mini paid
I been sippin' every day, I'm high as hell, I feel like Rager Payne
If she'd fuck you, I must be God 'cause I know you lame
I dare a **** light a candle, catch 'em out, make 'em grieve in pain
[Chorus]
Sweet life like Zach and Cody
Me and Meech Tim and Ginobili
I don't wanna see that **** buyin' shit if he owe me
I learned my lesson, I ain't fucked up 'bout you if you ho me
We throw up the same signs, every **** with me rollin'
Hell nah, I can't trust you
If you ain't F, then I can't front you
I'm that **** and I know it
If she married, bet she fuckin'
You gon' be ashes if you touch me
She like my smell when she hug me
I don't care if we in public
You start playin', I'm gon' bust you
[Outro]
F-R-A-N-C-H-I-S-E
[Instrumental]
(Meech)
Written by: Demetrius Davis, Jaelin Parker