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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chicken P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rahkeib Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bennie Briggman
Mastering Engineer
K Quick
Mixing Engineer
Michael Briggman
Mastering Engineer
DJ Thrxteen
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(DJ Thrxteen)
[Chorus]
Ayy, hmm, I told bro to run the two, I'ma run the one (Ayy, 12, that's Thrxteen)
Hmm, them **** know who phone to call when they want it done
Hmm, these diamonds hittin' in the dark, just wait 'til the sun hit 'em
Gotta treat me with respect, bitch, I ain't that one ****
You ever thumbed two hundred thousand? It'll hurt your thumb, ****
You want a whole chicken breast? We ain't brought a drum, ****
I keep my Nikes tied up, I'm on a money run
Three pendants danglin' on my neck, cost a honey bun
[Verse 1]
Huh, brrt, brrt, I'm only pickin' up the money phone
Ten years old, watchin' Blow, eatin' Honeycomb
You said your money gone, hmm, where the fuck it go?
I just had a foursome with three bitches I don't fuckin' know
Let them **** know, they play with Chicken, we gon' up the score
**** know I keep my pistol, they know I'ma blow it
Hmm, we know you owe for them whips, you better not let into 'em
****, I done made a motherfuckin' million on my own
You hear them horses, I pull up like Indiana Jones
I'm in Cali' with two hundred fifty 'bows, I'm finna send 'em home
Bold, you got that **** 'round you, knowin' that **** told
I'm tired of **** talkin' 'bout this dope and they ain't sold shit
I went and got some new money and stacked it with my old shit
Why do **** think they bosses? They don't even own shit
[Chorus]
Ayy, hmm, I told bro to run the two, I'ma run the one
Hmm, them **** know who phone to call when they want it done
Hmm, these diamonds hittin' in the dark, just wait 'til the sun hit 'em
Gotta treat me with respect, bitch, I ain't that one ****
You ever thumbed two hundred thousand? It'll hurt your thumb, ****
You want a whole chicken breast? We ain't brought a drum, ****
I keep my Nikes tied up, I'm on a money run
Three pendants danglin' on my neck, cost a honey bun
Written by: Rahkeib Smith