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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Clemons
Songwriter
Marcellus Register
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pooh Beatz
Producer
xynothing
Producer
Sharif
Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rachel Blum
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm tryna take off like a rocket ship
She told me, "Boy, put down that cup, 'cause it's killin' me," got some advice from my doctor bitch
I made a blueprint, and it's for you, my ****, it feel like my biggest accomplishment
I grew in the trenches, just boys in the hood, and I ride for my **** like Monster did
[Verse 2]
You workin', I'm workin' too
Sunday, I'm cleanin' my dirty shoes
I took Brodie clothes and I went to school
That money can't help you forget the truth
Just knock down your shots when you hit your move
Them mans in my pocket, got me switch and move
These **** ain't right, so I diss his groove
They tellin' me shit that I'm tellin' you
Just follow your gut, what I tell the youth
I went to the game with my chains on
Some shit I learned, wish I never knew
That money machine my ringtone
You know how it is, you know how it get
Just make sure you livin' with zero regrets
I looked in the mirror and couldn't notice myself
When my pockets were bulgin', and Polo my belt, for real
[Chorus]
Kids scream, "Beamer," when I'm in these streets
Left wrist Picasso, masterpiece
Fremont woods, and it has to be
I know God got plans for me
Know opp **** like fans to me
Rap game still got bags for cheap
You're up, that's doin' bad to me
I don't flex bands, I'm stashin' these
[Chorus]
Kids scream, "Beamer," when I'm in these streets
Left wrist Picasso, masterpiece
Fremont woods, and it has to be
I know God got plans for me
Know opp **** like fans to me
Rap game still got bags for cheap
You're up, that's doin' bad to me
I don't flex bands, I'm stashin' these
[Verse 3]
You workin', I'm workin', too
That bitch that you with just a fuck, she ain't worth some food
I'm thirsty for purple juice
I can get sixty for Perkys, the thirty blue
I need me a turban, too
I'm blowin' on gas, my prices be raisin' like every day
Pimpin', made money off Mary J
Turn up the tracks in a figure eight
[Verse 4]
I had to visit my jeweler, he told me I'm cooler than all this ice in here
Man, my whole life been a movie, I traveled the world, I made sure the price was fair
Man, it's a dirty world, I'm keepin' it on me, they thought I had license to carry
You know it's pure in my heart, but my violence be dark, it's startin' to bother my spirit
[Verse 5]
No cut shit, too raw for they ears
No cuffs on, I'ma switch 'em for diamonds
Time is money, this bitch'll get thousands
Investin' in watches, ain't fuckin' with houses
I'm on G6s, two hoes in the shower
We on G6s, they over the clouds
First I was sick, but I'm over it now
I had to tell baby, "You know what I got, you know where I come from"
Ain't buyin' these tickets these **** be sellin', I know they ain't Gunna
You get it, just keep that shit to yourself, I'm keepin' it one hunnid
Missed school since a youngin', I'm tight with the bird, I'm feelin' like Young Money
[Outro]
You know what I mean, mean
Written by: Babyface Ray, Pooh Beatz