Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Booter Bee
Performer
Country Dons
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Booter Bee
Composer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Country
Baow, baow
Yo
Nah, I ain't comin' to the club, man
You know what I gotta do, bro
What d'you mean what I gotta do?
[Chorus]
You know I gotta hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes
[Chorus]
Hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes
[Verse 1]
Pree the ambient lights when it's midnight
Late-night drive, I'm telling homegirl "Sit tight"
From young, I always knew that I would shine
Good guy turnin' bad when around hood guys (Jheeze!)
Pree the ice on my wrist, ice on my neck
Day-Date, Jacob & Co's
Pateks
I'm so real, if I die I'll probably resurrect
Somewhere in the countryside, nowhere near Bethlehem (Country)
Feds just caught Zino with some wrap
Thirty-six Z's and they got sweets with that-
If I'm being so honest, I don't know when he's back
But I got him always, till the day that he lands
Gang
Dropped twenty in Dubai, that was light change
Jumped out the Lambo, straight to the white Range
Half a mill in jewels, soon be on Ice Age
Way too lit for these gyal to play mind games
[Chorus]
Hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes
[Verse 2]
Look, I don't Crip walk, I still throw my C's up
Tell my young boy "Fuck the beef, go get your P's up"
Banging for a block, what's the point, there's no street love
I need that stupid kinda money like I'm Steve Jobs
And all my people on the same thing, we chase guap
I was hella hot and still trapping out the same spot
Money have to make, my whole team grind non-stop
And when you come up from the bottom, hard to reach the top
Bruddas wanna bitch, that's the energy I don't need
My akhis in the trap made a killing off these dope fiends
And for my space, catch a flight, phone on DND
I'm in the trap, banging Booter Bee or TMP
[Verse 3]
I will slap the gauge and turn the strip into a sunny day
I can catch a case and take a one-way holiday
Flying on the M-way, we don't deal dead flake
I give work out and get the money back in ten days
They could never fuck with my street cred
I'm the only Booter, all them others are BTECs
He was never with the gang, he's a reject (Pussy)
Jailhouse, I will swing my nank before I hold any G-checks (Facts)
2023, what? Everybody's bad now?
Let me say it louder for them clowns in the background
This is F block, we're squeezing at everything
He had a little name till he got shot, now he's irrelevant
[Verse 4]
She calls me sexy and she ask why I don't show my face
Just pulled on a pagan in a dinger, now I'm changing plates
I love the hate, I keep on grinding, ****, fuck the breaks
Used to have no money in my pockets, now them times have changed
Lost it, then I made it back
Call of Duty, double tap
Cutting trees, lumberjack
Important like a quarterback
Trap life, get P's
Running through these dope fiends
Talking like they're trappy, but they never seen a whole key
Diamonds round my neck, I spent sixty in Patek
If she's giving me that stress, I'll drop her off and link her friend
Link gyal, good vibes, youngers running dope lines
Peng ting up on FaceTime while I'm breaking down a quick nine
[Chorus]
Hit the strip with intentions to money make
It still snows on a sunny day
Nike Tech, Rolex on a bummy day
We got smoke, can't stop for jakes
Written by: Booter Bee