Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nino Paid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacquan Andrews
Songwriter
Cyrus Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyceg
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Where the fuck that lighter at? Right here
You ready?
Cegball trippin' on this one
Come on, ****
[Chorus]
A'ight let's do it, we gettin' paid like Baby and them
**** be thinkin' the drugs be havin' me trippin', that's really what's savin' them
Gon' be a bad day somebody spill my cup, I don't wanna get out of my element
Bitches be thinkin' a **** be dumb, why is this bitch tryin' to tell me she celibate?
All of that rap cap shit be irrelevant, I don't be makin' up shit in my songs
And I can name a few **** I'm better than
Cash said keep on goin', this rap shit easy, I'm puttin' the game in a choke
Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke, yeah
Fly as hell, I just want Rick Owen jeans and a dirty ass Carhartt coat (Come on)
[Verse 1]
This my last day sippin' the drank, it be a minute, I quit on the Percs
I had to stay down and wait my time, it was a minute 'fore I came in first
He need a feature, I need five thousand before next summer, it's ten for a verse
They always told me to kill 'em with kindness, nowadays I like to hit where it hurt
I'm goin' up, **** ain't stoppin' the shit
Humble but lately I'm poppin' the shit
****, I'm doin' this shit for the fam, doin' this shit for my daughter and shit
I'm gettin' my life back in place, tryin' to get it in order and shit
I'ma get everything I ever wanted, I'm makin' enough to buy all of that shit, I can't go back
[Chorus]
A'ight let's do it, we gettin' paid like Baby and them
**** be thinkin' the drugs be havin' me trippin', that's really what's savin' them
Gon' be a bad day somebody spill my cup, I don't wanna get out of my element
Bitches be thinkin' a **** be dumb, why is this bitch tryin' to tell me she celibate?
All of that rap cap shit be irrelevant, I don't be makin' up shit in my songs
And I can name a few **** I'm better than
Cash said keep on goin', this rap shit easy, I'm puttin' the game in a choke
Bitches keep askin' me why I ain't broke, yeah
Fly as hell, I just want Rick Owen jeans and a dirty ass Carhartt coat (Come on)
Written by: Cyrus Gomez, Jacquan Andrews