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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Webb
Westside Webb
Rap
Courtney Bell
Courtney Bell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Bell
Courtney Bell
Songwriter
Branden Webb
Branden Webb
Songwriter
Ashton McCreight
Ashton McCreight
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Westside Webb
Westside Webb
Recording Engineer
Ashton McCreight
Ashton McCreight
Producer
Mathaius Young
Mathaius Young
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Look, I do my money dance when that lick hit
Look at the squad, a bunch of rich crips
I put your favorite IG model on my hit list
And when I sent her back home, she had a bitch fit
And everybody talkin' bout how they rich rich
And how they wrist lit
But them is Moissanite diamonds, you just a fraud risk
Yellin' free the homies when they call in
When I'm in Vegas, I ain't playin, bitch, I'm all in
Tuh, I treat my stocks the same way
One day, turn around, bag came back the same day
I be playin' the streets, I ain't knockin no nine-to-five
But that shit ain't for me, need a salary week
Need a zip of this weed
Eating at places, I can't pronounce on the scene
It's Italian n' shit
I be at the table, ****, countin' thousands and shit
(Like a ignorant ass ****, I don't give a fuck though, cause you know)
Look, I be gettin' to it
Tuh, fucked the bag and got like six new ones
When **** thought I fell off, I had that shit brewing
And I don't even gotta count it, make my bitch do it
Weigh it how we count it
Don't need a money counter, I can eyeball it thousand grams around a hundred thousand
Takin' psilocybin, meditatin' in the mountains
I can show you how to snatch a ticket out of public housing
Dior's on my feet, all these CDs like I sold a album
I was really mixin' with a blender cuz we goin' platinum
Before I ever wrote a verse, I was really rappin
Cuz put a brick in my face, I'm like Craig and the Natty
Right hand up to God, I won't tell a lie
Know a killer who ain't get convicted cause he testified
Don't condone no snitchin, stand on business what I tell the guys
Know soon as they see him, they gon' treat him like a pedophile
The streets wild, I got out, gave my life to God
Most of my homies dead, trappin' or awaiting trial
You ever spend fifty thousand just to look at time
Plain Jane, only diamonds settin' in a dial
Boy, we ain't the same, I can brag different
My bag different, if I ain't healin, I'm cash gettin
We got the same 24, why you mad, ****
Your vibration low, that's the reason you can't half listen
Listen, clean your diet, clean your mind, it's all free game
Put your phone away and read more to see change
Visualize it, write it down how you gon' get paid
I guarantee in ninety days, you won't be the same, ****
Straight like that
Written by: Ashton McCreight, Branden Webb, Courtney Bell
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