Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tay Y.U.N.G.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tajon Bell
Songwriter
Lyrics
If you ain't got no Paco beat then where the fuck you at
First thing first I'm not your last one (last one)
I just Smoked your feelings in that last blunt (last blunt)
No you don't need to argue get your bag up
Teach you how to talk and get your math right
Ain't no feeling on the way up
Hope this chopper get to spray some
On the grind I can't lay up (lay up)
Chase the money time wasted
Gotta to run it up
Round round round
Round we go go
Looking for me I'm outside
**** hop up in this bitch we getting low oh
It's five **** and it's 500 shots
**** fast money never liked this low oh oh
Fuck feelings in my bag with it
Eastside bitch we do the most oh
Everything I rap ain't no lie in it uh
Took that **** bitch then I slide in it
Got that pussy wet then I dive in it uh hmm
Hit her from the back went live in it
Knew I'd be rich knew I'd be rich
I know that I'd be rich I just grind to the floor
Fell in love with a stick she be there when it's on
First things first I'm not your last one
I just smoked your feelings in my last blunt
Oh who knew I'd be rich I just grind to the floor
Fell in love with a stick she be there when it's on
Yeah First thing first I'm not your last one (last one)
I just Smoked your feelings in that last blunt
First thing first I'm not your last one (last one)
I just Smoked your feelings in that last blunt (last blunt)
No you don't need to argue get your bag up
Teach you how to talk and get your math right
Ain't no feeling on the way up
Hope this chopper get to spray some
On the grind I can't lay up (lay up)
Chase the money time wasted
Gotta to run it up
I can put you on a play
Get your dividends
Put my feelings to the side like a gentleman
Teach you politics hmm how to get it in (how to get it in)
Blue strips fed talk how to really win
It’s bread talk I could get you big bags
Gotta celebrate for all the times we been had
On the interstate pray to GOD we don't crashes
I could never be your first baby I'm your last
I could never be your first baby I'm your last (I'm your last)
I could never be your first baby I'm your last (last one)
First thing first I'm not your last one (last one)
I just Smoked your feelings in that last blunt (last blunt)
No you don't need to argue get your bag up
Teach you how to talk and get your math right
Ain't no feeling on the way up
Hope this chopper get to spray some
On the grind I can't lay up (lay up)
Chase the money time wasted
Ain't no feeling on the way up
Hope this chopper get to spray some
On the grind I can't lay up (lay up)
Chase the money time wasted
Gotta to run it up
Written by: Tajon Bell