Top Songs By Smoko Ono
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smoko Ono
Performer
Chance the Rapper
Performer
Yxng Bane
Performer
Joey Purp
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darian Joshua Garcia
Composer
Chancelor Bennett
Lyrics
Joseph Davis
Lyrics
Guystone Menga
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Smoko Ono
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh, na-na-na-na-na, yeah
Yeah
Mmm
[Verse 1]
When do you realize
I ain't the same as these guys? Yeah
They tried to ride the wave
Got lost in all my space
I be skating on ice, grinding night and day
Just so we'd make it rain
Make it rain in any weather
Counting money and the laughter
We not in here, nah, no pasa
I just light up my roster
I drink my Hennessy straight
My mother and my team straight
I guess I make it real easy now
Real easy to hate
[Chorus]
See, them man hate, them man gon' hate on you
Then they bet, them man, they bet on you
Wanna flex, them man gon' flex on you
Wanna flex, I demonstrate on you
Talk down in the winter, that's what winners do
That's what winners do
New piece for the summer, that's what winners do
Yeah, that's what winners do, oh, yeah
[Verse 2]
I might bend around the block now
Link with the gang, it's winning time, I put the top down
Ain't nothing changed, I need it right there when I touch down
Make it rain for you, I could throw it up now
Plain Jane on me, I might get a bust down
My main thang on me, she my only one now
Yelling, "Free the guys," every time I toast it up now
Money on my mind every time I twist it up now
I'ma hold the team down, ain't no switching up now
Rackies in my new Amiri jeans, let 'em bust out
Keep this shit three hundred at the top, it's only us now
I might AMG the Benz, leave 'em in the dust now
Had to cut off friends, I don't know who I can trust now
I was down but I'm up and it's stuck now
Smoking on Biscotti in Gelati in the truck now
Shawty on my body and she's probably tryna cut now, right now, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Them man hate, them man gon' hate on you
Then they bet, them man, they bet on you
Wanna flex, them man gon' flex on you
Wanna flex, I demonstrate on you
Talk down in the winter, that's what winners do (That's what winners do)
That's what winners do (That's what winners do)
New piece for the summer, that's what winners do (Ah, ah)
Yeah, that's what winners do, oh, yeah
[Verse 3]
Man, I swear this shit is cutthroat even though I give no fucks, though
They claimed the money changed me, they didn't even like me when I was broke
Say I'm sleeping on 'em, they ain't like me when I was woke
Say I'm falling off, but you ain't like me when I was dope
Learned to leave my trophies and my circles inside the den
Learning that a ring without the tickets is still a win
Not just who was shooting, but who was hitting in the gym
Do this for my mama, and my daughters, and my kin
More specifically my father, and my brother, and my wifey, and my auntie Carolyn
I used to give a fuck, I used to care about opinions
Then I took back all my fucks and started taking care of them
I had to start moving different like a solo
Had to go and get my distance, get my dolo
No, it's no association, no more polo
No, it's no association, no more polo
[Chorus]
Them man hate, them man gon' hate on you
Then they bet, them man, they bet on you
Wanna flex, them man gon' flex on you
Wanna flex, I demonstrate on you
Talk down in the winter, that's what winners do
That's what winners do
New piece for the summer, that's what winners do
Yeah, that's what winners do, oh, yeah
Written by: Chancelor Bennett, Darian Joshua Garcia, Guystone Menga, Joseph Davis, Larry Cummings Kiala
