Top Songs By Fredo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mason Taylor
Programming
Fredo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marvin Bailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David "D.C." Castro
Mastering Engineer
Mason Taylor
Producer
Tyrell 169
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She's gettin' it ready
Wanna send it to Freddy
No lie, we don't spend on a jezzy
Thirty racks that I spend on the prezzy
We be stoppin' at Fendi, we're spendin' a 20
The woman, she'll never forget me
My young'un in black, messy
Yeah I just got the wap in heavy
[Verse 2]
Them drops are holdin' horses
I-I got this coat imported
Nah, it didn't drop in Europe
Lots of tourin', not on the street
Them shoes that's down by my feet
I got them now but they're out in a week
Four foreigns, we're out in a fleet
**** rollin', I round up the team, listen
Yeah, my young'uns are joggin'
Doin' their ting, food in the cling
In two days man's viewin' a crib
And two weeks rent costs two and a bit
Got a view and it's lit
Half a box, man's doin' that quick
My conscience popped off so much
I pack my bag and move to the strip
[Verse 3]
**** be talkin', trappin' and lyin'
Look at my bracelet, actually diamonds
'Bout to whip this pack, I'm fryin'
Balmain rips, look scratched by lion
**** don't want me to pop out
Cleanin' the strip with the mop out
We used to chat, she's blocked now
'Cause she gave me, hah, pop down
[Verse 4]
But my wrist is on bust down, who can I trust now?
Rollin' with uptown, goin' to up town
I don't do shows without uck now
And all of my shows get shut down
36 O's gettin' bruck down
Yeah, you had some money, you're broke now
I spend couple hundred on lunch now
Leave gyal shy when I come 'round
[Verse 5]
Check out my coat, that's a chinchilla
She wanna hold on my chinchilla
Trill ****, six figures
Women wait unless they got sick figures
Check it, I'm boilin', I'm rockin'
Watchin' the oils, they're droppin'
Rip it up, oils are lockin'
Plus all of my boys are a problem
[Verse 6]
Yeah, gunners are with me, you know it
Yeah, I'm runnin' the city, you know it
Yeah, I'm clubbin', it's with me, I got it
No, it's nothing to spend all the profit
Tell myself I ain't shoppin' this week
Next day Harvey, top and a jeans
Both of them shits gonna cost me a G
Written by: M. W. Bailey, Marvin Bailey, Mason Scott Taylor