Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil AJ
Lil AJ
Songwriter
Daleo DaVinci
Daleo DaVinci
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodbyvvd
Prodbyvvd
Producer
1Nicba
1Nicba
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, two cups, celebration time, had to do this shit with Huncho Pulling up to Neiman's, had to pull up with a hundo She asking for one more, she only get one though Fuck you asking questions for? Bitch, I don't know No luck, gun tucked (oh my God) Made it out the mud, I had to run this shit right up (let's go) Bend the rules to my pleasure, man, I couldn't give a fuck Rambo, keep it on me like it's stuck (yeah) Slide in the tank, I could buy me a bank If it came down to it, it's only God I can thank Ain't no catch up, I'm too high in the ranks I feel fine in my pain, watching all of my time fade away All of the smoke in a pack If you want it, the shooters go out and attack They don't mind seeing blood if it's done for a rack Better run for your life like you running a track One week, half a ticket, gotta run this shit right back Speak no lies, only truth, listen to the facts Yeah, two cups, celebration time, had to do this shit with Huncho Pulling up to Neiman's, had to pull up with a hundo She asking for one more, she only get one though Fuck you asking questions for? Bitch, I'm clueless, whole clique ruthless I been making funny money, I been acting foolish With a bitch that graduated but she going stupid Lies on our name, but she know what the truth is I'm getting the bag, get to the racks Know that's a fact, Huncho no lack Kicking it back, paid for this life from selling the crack, dog Gripping the MAC, twinning the stack Said they're the man better than that Get to the bag, get to the money, I get to the sack, dog Okay, blow that back, go ahead, throw that back to me I said, hold them racks, I said, hold them racks for me You best bring them back, you best bring them back to me I'm gon' hold this MAC, please don't hold that MAC to me, yeah Back door, I was tryna keep it on the low Back then, I was moving chickens on the road Now I make what they make in a year, just for a show So many goddamn hits, Klitschko Mess with the guys, mess with the pie Then I'm on your head like a 'fro Addicted to dough, I must admit, I get the money, then go Was right at the stove, I need the bread, nigga, I need me a loaf It look like I'm a kingpin on the throne Yeah, two cups, celebration time, had to do this shit with Huncho Pulling up to Neiman's, had to pull up with a hundo She asking for one more, she only get one though Fuck you asking questions for? Bitch, I don't know Ain't no time for jokes, you ain't had me in a while I know you wanna overdose If I'm burning off a bridge, you don't deserve an "Adios" Dead the phone, when I'm home, perfect timing to go ghost Take me outta line for a minute Televised, I know I been outta line for a minute You really thought that I would die? Pushing limits Swear you been willing to die for a feeling Would you lie for a digit? Would you lie? No lie, no lie Niggas put me on just to study, lofi Niggas selling out, as of late SoFi Told that girl, "I'ma finish last" 'cause I'm so nice Niggas selling fentanyl, shit is so weak Really though, I get it dawg, niggas gotta eat All my niggas know if they hang around me They don't worry 'bout fees 'cause that shit is on me Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ She on her knees all night, saying "Please make me your wife" I said, "It don't sound right" I got three or four guys and she wanna come live her life
Writer(s): Daleo Davinci, Lil Aj Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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