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