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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yng Prince
Yng Prince
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ken Coggs
Ken Coggs
Songwriter
Tae Love
Tae Love
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cashhills Shaq
Cashhills Shaq
Engineer

Lyrics

Turn me up Fly, Gang, gang Four Pockets full, man, I feel like I'm baby I'm chasing this money, can't love on no lady I gave her the world, she act like she hate me They say I'ma make it, I'm getting impatient Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout to payment Mom tell me every day that I'm destined for greatness Stay dripped down, man, I'm rocking the latest Nigga, it cost to live like this And night I can't sleep, you can sleep for the rich Too deep in my head, I was thinking bout a bitch You do what you can, shit I do what you wish? Young, fly nigga, I know why niggas pissed Seventeen years old when A Rollie touched my wrist They're like Prince, a pretty boy, they don't think I'm with the shits I could fade me a nigga before I ever pull a blick I could fade me a nigga before I ever pull a blick Every single day, I gotta get me a bag MCM belt on hold my pants when I sag I'ma get what I want, I don't care about the tag Back when I ain't have it, everybody used to laugh Now I'm popping my shit, now a nigga could brag Spend back on everything, all the shit I ain't have I'm having my way, why you still on your ass Mr. Get Outta Bitch, got her bussin off the tags, Nigga Take the wide body on the drill with no mask on You had the latest and I was happy with my trap phone What you know bout riding with your mama on the bus Only thirteen, gotta be the one to clutch You ain't got nobody else to depend on I'ma blow the whole drum to the pen gone Miss me with the wishing wells and what you been on When I was down on my dick, I ain't have no one to call Ain't nobody pick me up when I was on the way to fall I was plotting on a lick like, fuck it all, risk it all Got me itching just to sin had to pop an Adderall Think she grabbing on the dick when it's a thirty in my draws Can't None Of This Shit Ease The Pain Either broke or rich, gon' have problems Niggas fake and phony, I can't call them Baby blue or green, I need all of them Four Pockets Full Man, I feel like I'm Baby I'm chasing this money, can't love on no lady I gave her the world, she act like she hate me They say I'ma make it, I'm getting impatient Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout a payment Mom tell me everyday that I'm destined for greatness Stay dripped down, man, I'm rocking the latest Nigga, it costs to live like this It costs to live like this
Writer(s): Tae Love, Ken Coggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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