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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Veeze
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karon Vantrees
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cam, the Chef
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I can't go back, I'm too far when I sit and think
Countin' all this money, sweatin' hard like I'm on ecstasy (Shh)
Sippin' on this dirty, it's so dark, it look like Hennessey (Ugh)
I can have them shorties in your yard for some Amiri jeans (Rrr)
I hope you don't think it's no love lost because we distancing (Nah)
I hope you don't think 'cause we don't talk that we enemies (Nah)
I be takin' all these painkillers, it ain't healin' shit (Yeah)
See that **** who killed my brother, I'm puttin' him over the chimney (Fah, fah)
I can't lay with these hoes, might try to put me on the internet (Ugh)
I can't trust that bitch, she had me sleep all on her Insta', Snap' (Ugh)
Even though all my **** totin' blicks, they still be flippin' bags (Shh)
Fresh as hell before the game like I just got picked in the draft (No cap)
[Chorus]
Get your money, fuck these hoes, don't let nobody throw you off
You hear me?
Stash the money, love the fam, don't let these **** double cross
I hope you hear me
I don't give a fuck how old I am, I'm still gon' grind like Tony Hawk (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck how old I am, I'm still gon' grind like Tony Hawk
Get your money, fuck these hoes, don't let nobody throw you off
Stash your money, love the fam, don't let these **** double cross
I don't give a fuck how old I am, I'm still gon' grind like Tony Hawk
I don't give a fuck how old I am, I'm still gon' grind like Tony Hawk, no kizzy
Written by: Cameron Williams, Karon Vantrees