Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.U.G Antman
Vocals
Chef9thegod
Programming
Frank Stacy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony J McCrary
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony J McCrary
Mixing Engineer
Chef9thegod
Producer
Frank Stacy
Producer
Lyrics
I can't even make this shit make sense
It don't make no, make no, make no sense
Told that bitch it's all at my expense
Fucked that bitch and then I pass to twin
I make all these racks and then I spend
I dive in the pussy and then I swim
She hop on my dick and then she spin
Got a psycho bitch like Harley Quinn
Money coming in
Money coming in
We kick down your door
Then we running in
Hot like UFO
They can't fuck with him
I pass her to bro
I'm gone smash her friend
And my eyes real low
Like I'm Jeremy Lin
These **** hate I know I'm not concern about them
Fuck **** what you talking about
I'm not worried a shit you saying ****
I'm not worried about shit these **** doing
I don't fuck with these **** or what they got going on ****
I'm worried about me and my brother shit
We going up everyday
We put the work in everyday
That's why we seeing progress
You **** ain't seeing no progress
You **** moving backwards
I can't even make this shit make sense
It don't make no, make no, make no sense
Told that bitch it's all at my expense
Fucked that bitch and then I pass to twin
I make all these racks and then I spend
I dive in the pussy and then I swim
She hop on my dick and then she spin
Got a psycho bitch like Harley Quinn
Money coming in
Money coming in
We kick down your door
Then we running in
Written by: Anthony J McCrary