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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yg Teck
Vocals
Peezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yg Teck
Songwriter
Phillip Peaks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rastaa Benz
Producer
Lyrics
Yuh!
Rasta
I'm back out, you heard me? Say you heard me
Yes
**** ain't having no motion, **** need to pack it up (Brokey!)
I made three-hundred off one phone, ****, add me up (Yes)
Keep complaining 'bout numbers, you'ont even grab enough (You'ont even grab enough)
You got a bust down but you broke, **** need to pack it up (I hate it)
Get busy and get money, for a fact it's us
I like a fly bitch with some money, attitude bad as fuck, yes (Hey)
**** think I can't fuck his bitch, tell him bet a band
I got five thousand pounds in the air and I bet they land (Woo)
I'm a high-class trapper, low numbers on the Telegram
I sell dope and I sell pounds, **** got settlements (Bricky)
I'm in the booth scratching right now, prolly need to take it slow
At least ten pounds at a time, I'll never break a bow
**** ain't having no motion, **** need to pack it up (Brokey!)
I made three-hundred off one phone, ****, add me up (Yes)
Keep complaining 'bout numbers, you'ont even grab enough (You'ont even grab enough)
You got a bust down but you broke, **** need to pack it up (I hate it)
**** ain't having no motion, **** need to pack it up (Brokey!)
I made three-hundred off one phone, ****, add me up (Yes)
Keep complaining 'bout numbers, you'ont even grab enough (You'ont even grab enough)
You got a bust down but you broke, **** need to pack it up (I hate it)
Bitch bad but her **** cheap, please pack it up (Brokey!)
Plain prezi brown face, I ain't make 'em mad enough
When **** make they bitches mad, I got money, patch it up (I do it)
A lil' two-hunnid-thousand every month, Ion ask for much (Rasta)
Still getting more, got it coming, not enough made (Yes)
My bitch bad now but if she leave, I'ma upgrade (I swear to God)
Moncler, Palm Angels on, real dope boy
I did sweats all week, tomorrow, prolly go Louis (He drippy)
Tonight, it's one rule in the building, fuck a broke boy
Say you got them millies on your mind, won't you go for it?
A black truck on Soho shopping, spend all day there
Four thousand for a condo, don't even stay there (That's my life, yes)
**** ain't having no motion, **** need to pack it up (Brokey!)
I made three-hundred off one phone, ****, add me up (Yes)
Keep complaining 'bout numbers, you'ont even grab enough (You'ont even grab enough)
You got a bust down but you broke, **** need to pack it up (I hate it)
**** ain't having no motion, **** need to pack it up (Brokey!)
I made three-hundred off one phone, ****, add me up (Yes)
Keep complaining 'bout numbers, you'ont even grab enough (You'ont even grab enough)
You got a bust down but you broke, **** need to pack it up (I hate it)
Written by: Yg Teck