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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hurricane Wisdom
Vocals
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Wisdom Oluola
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hurricane Wisdom
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Bino)
Uh
Uh
Uh, uh, uh (Ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (Boom)
**** broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, ****, try me
[Verse 1]
Ayy, starbuds in a Marley
I smoke more than Marley
I say fuck a Foot Locker
I wan' go hit Marni (Hey)
Double cup look just like Barney (Hey)
I live it, you record it
Daytime, eatin' foreigns
Nighttime, I'm in a foreign (Hey)
New bitch just got imported
Why she think she important? (Hey)
Hey, whole time, you know I ain't givin' her nothin'
I like my bitches borin' (Hey)
G5, I'm damn near soarin' (Oh)
I'm tired, I'm way too beat (Oh)
Thick thighs, I'm knowin' you eat
And, baby, don't lie, I know you sleep
Ayy, ayy, when I get home, I just want dome
You already knowin' I'm beat (Bino)
Ayy, baby, what you doin' with all that ass?
I said, "Come and throw it on me"
I know you know what I mean
Got plenty hoes and plenty cash
Life ain't nothin' but a fee (Ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
I hope you know that I don't
[Chorus]
I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (Boom)
**** broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, ****, try me
[Verse 2]
Penthouse, hotel party, got killers in your lobby
All my lil' bros'll wet your block, we turn your shit tsunami
Ten racks to fix her body, now this lil' bitch my Barbie
Forever locked in with my clique, lil' Too Turnt 'nem my army
Bossed up with my foot up, and I'm not alone, I got my switch
**** be tryna push up 'cause we off and on, that's still my bitch
Lot of shit got shook up, now it's too far gone, I cannot fix
Prayin', then I look up, shit, I can't condone nothin' on my list, uh
Chase rats like Tom and Jerry, face splat, your body carried (Bino)
And now them highlights on the news, they makin' commentary
I'll spin your block, don't dare me, won't send no shots, he scary
I vow to never leave my gun, me and my Glock, we married (Ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
[Chorus]
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (Boom)
**** broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, ****, try me
[Instrumental]
Ayy, I don't play cops and robbers (No)
Get behind this bitch, I'll dog you
Ayy, I wasn't too good at math
On God, I run with problem solvers
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a moneyholic (Alright)
Dope fiend, I need all that (All that)
Who bitch? Leave her fallin' (Woah)
Gotta go, money callin' (Oh-woah)
Thirty-four, feel like Giannis (Yeah)
Dirty pole big as Giannis, hey (Boom, Bino)
**** broke, that's beyond me ('Yond me)
Hundred shots, get on side me (Hey)
Hundred hoes, I don't party (Party)
In the 'yo more than Gotti (Alright)
With the mic more than Scottie (Woah)
Plenty toys, ****, try me (Ayo, Kjay made that shit again)
Written by: Taurus Bartlett, Wisdom Olouawi