Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bri’Aja Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bri’Aja Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Shabb
Producer
Lyrics
(Hey, hey) okay
(Hey, hey) okay
(I can't make the cash flow)
I can't make the cash flow
He say he like bad hoes
I break bread with all my day ones
Bitch, what you mad for?
Skeet bands like a triple threat
Might come in through your back though
Don't worry 'bout them other ****, bae
That's just some mad ho
Bitch, I been to shit
Might get it tatted on my asshole
I can't let my problems in the way
That's what that gas for
Working on myself, I keep it cool
But I might spaz though
Know that I'm too real
Don't need you to get that bag on
85 ****, he know I'm the one
Bad bitch, but I'm packin' a punch
He eatin' it up like a munch
I'm smokin' the real one
Now this ain't a regular blunt
I'm turnin' it up like I need me a doctor
Ain't dyin' to be me, imposter
I got some money, now I'm doin' better than you
I need me a steak with the lobster
I got some money, now I'm doin' better than you
He lookin', but don't got a clue
Bitch, he be mad 'bout the way that I'm poppin' my shit
'Cause I make he do what he do
I can make the cash flow
He say he like bad hoes
I break bread with all my day ones
Bitch, what you mad for?
Skeet mess like a triple threat
Might come in through your back door
Don't worry about them other ****, bae
That's just some mad ho
Bitch, I been to shit
Might get it tatted on my asshole
I can't let my problems in the way
That's what that gas for
Working on myself, I keep it cool
But I might spaz though
Know that I'm too real
Don't need you to get that bag on
Written by: Bri’Aja Jones