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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quin NFN
Vocals
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David James Morse
Songwriter
John Antonio Carrington Jr
Songwriter
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SAK PASE
Producer
Trauma Tone
Producer
David Morse
Producer
Lyrics
Let's go, fuckin' wit' the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' wit' the circle we gon' put your partner on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trapish, I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' wit' the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play
Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smushed another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
They know we 'bout action, I'm still packin' like a runaway
Bulletproof Durango truck inside the hood, don't shoot at me
My young thug, he a gunna to the opps, but he still pushin' P
Bitch, quit tryna act you ain't fuck and let that pussy breathe
Sold that hoe some that Cookie smoke, she gave up her cookie tree
We ain't tryna cook a key, my bro rich off trees only
Fucked up we ain't givin' fronts, you still ain't sold that weed, smoky
Make that shit athletic like recess, he tried to swing on me
Bitches balance must be off the way, they tryna lean on me
Lost so much designer I fuck around and still bring some Yeezys out
She told me to leave it in back then they tried to leave me out
Did some dirt inside the street, some **** tryna see me 'bout
We could do some punchin' but right after I'm a squeeze it out
I'm on my way to a payment still can't relate to a statement
Lil' Quincho came from the pavement, these **** got me mistaken
My youngin' slide with the quickness
To shock a **** like Raiden
I'm stackin', trackin' my bacon
These different foreigns what I'm racin'
Let's go, fuckin' wit' the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' wit' the circle we gon' put your partner on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trapish, I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' wit' the scammers, I fuck around and caught another play
Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smushed another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
They know we 'bout action, I'm still packin' like a runaway
Had to grab another phone, my last droid was hot as fuck
Had to grab another broad, my last vibe was too stuck up
Might go start a Navy fed and have Lil' Juney fill it up
A red eye and a Cullinan you know I like to mix it up
I get money fifty different ways my sons will never drive
Kicked that **** out the spot today 'cause he ain't have his fye
The streets ain't for you ****, go to college **** hit DeVry
Clip a **** wit' this .45, I'm feelin' like Kawhi
Count eighty watching HBO, that's some petty shit
Go and get a SBA a PPP quit beggin' bitch
Tryna take the easy route, the internet providing funds
Feelin' kind of paranoid, so every day I'm buyin' guns
Tell yo bitch quit staring before I take her to my residence
Hanging with these wolves in the jungle that's my element
Everything I got is from the streets ain't get no settlement
No, we not alike 'cause me and you is different specimens
Tryna stop the scheming but I'm having and it pay to much
All these diamonds on me, she gone fuck, aint gotta say too much
Let's go, fuckin' wit' the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' wit' the circle we gon' put your partner on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trapish, I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' wit' the scammers, I fuck around and caught another play
Told my brother to take his time and get 'em smushed another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me find another bae
They know we 'bout action, I'm still packin' like a runaway
Written by: David Morse, Shama Joseph, Tysen Jay Bolding