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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
9lives
Performer
Kanii
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell Jardine
Composer
Kani Shorter
Composer
Anycia Symone Edwards
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maxwell Jardine
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
[Instrumental]
Uh, **** talk money, I been that, **** talk hits, I did it
Been handlin' shit for a while, been carryin' shit for a minute
I learned this shit the hard way, now a young ****, he winnin'
We hit that boy in broad day, now his body is spinnin'
[Refrain]
Give a fuck 'bout what you said or what you done
I've been on for a year and ain't no way I'm fallin' off
Exotic gas, it hit me and it fillin' up my lungs
Puttin' ****, putt these ****, I ain't talkin' 'bout no golf
I'm on the top, I'm fallin' off, well, bitch, I'm not
They hear this song and they get shocked
I can't go nowhere without all my mob
Yeah, I been that ****, I put it on God
Pussy-ass **** so fraud
I'm chasin' the bread while I'm beatin' the odds
You said I can't do it, it's already done, woah
[Chorus]
Uh, **** talk money, I been that, **** talk hits, I did it
Been handlin' shit for a while, been carryin' shit for a minute
I learned this shit the hard way, now a young ****, he winnin'
We hit that boy in broad day, now his body is spinnin'
Uh, **** talk money, I been that, **** talk hits, I did it
Been handlin' shit for a while, been carryin' shit for a minute
I learned this shit the hard way, now a young ****, he winnin'
We hit that boy in broad day, now his body is spinnin' (Yeah, huh)
[Verse 1]
What?
Fuckin' with you 'cause I wanna
These **** hawkin' and starin' and watchin'
Bitches be bitin', piranha
Bitches ain't clockin' no tea
Go get some money, you still in pajamas
Come get the **** if you really want him
Stuck in his feelings, I don't even want him, yeah, yeah
Top of the food chain, bitch, I'm bad
Toppin' me off in the back of back
I want the one, not the group with the racks
Yeah, callin' my phone, I ain't callin' it back
Yeah, you are the type to not get no cash
[Chorus]
Uh, **** talk money, I been that, **** talk hits, I did it
Been handlin' shit for a while, been carryin' shit for a minute
I learned this shit the hard way, now a young ****, he winnin'
We hit that boy in broad day, now his body is spinnin'
[Refrain]
Give a fuck 'bout what you said or what you done
I've been on for a year and ain't no way I'm fallin' off
Exotic gas, it hit me and it fillin' up my lungs
Puttin' ****, putt these ****, I ain't talkin' 'bout no golf
I'm on the top, I'm fallin' off, well, bitch, I'm not
They hear this song and they get shocked
I can't go nowhere without all my mob
Yeah, I been that ****, I put it on God (You are now tuned in to 9lives radio)
Pussy-ass **** so fraud
I'm chasin' the bread while I'm beatin' the odds
You said I can't do it, it's already done, woah
[Chorus]
Uh, **** talk money, I been that, **** talk hits, I did it
Been handlin' shit for a while, been carryin' shit for a minute
I learned this shit the hard way, now a young ****, he winnin'
We hit that boy in broad day, now his body is spinnin'
Written by: Anycia Symone Edwards, Kani Shorter, Maxwell Jardine