Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mgm Lett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Lett
Songwriter
Anthony McCoy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A.N.T.
Producer
Al'Geno
Mixing Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(This one ride right here, Ant)
Money gang shit, man
You **** is not trappin' like you rappin'
Tell that shit to somebody that gon' believe it, man
I play with my hoes, not my nose fool
I was trappin' on a Monday, had it feelin' like a Friday
I be lookin' out the rearview soon as I pull out the driveway
Money talkin', I can't hear you, need some better conversation
Ran it up and I shot passed em , I'm not surprised these **** hatin'
I ain't stuntin' a ****, business my trap, jumpin' off the meat rack
Yo, bitch just gave me head up in the car, I let my seat back
LETT You rappin' like you trappin', ****, yeah, if he try, he die, no cap
Got attachments on the strap, this bitch go boom- boom- boom- boom- clap
Shawty say she swung my way, 'cause she sick and tired of broke boys
Wake up, make a play, I looked up to nun but dope boys
I know 3 **** caught a case and they all told
Got a hunnid off my face, them bitches all sold
**** say they got the ball, they must ain't hike it yet
It's wintertime, I serve a **** in a Nike tech
I'ma always take the money over fame ****
If you don't keep that shit a hunnid, I can't bang with ya
I be sneakin' out of town, my P.O. won't let me leave the state
If you want them pounds, hit my phone and I can get you straight
Know I got that pull, wanna get full? Then, ****, get your plate
If you run it up don't start flexin' on your wolves , that shit'll get you ate
I was trappin' on a Monday, had it feelin' like a Friday
I be lookin' out the rearview soon as I pull out the drive way
Money talkin', I can't hear you, need some better conversation
Ran it up and I shot past 'em, not surprised these **** hatin'
I ain't stuntin', a ****, business my trap, jumpin' off the meat rack
Yo, Bitch just gave me head up in the car, I let my seat back
LETT you rappin' like you trappin', ****, yeah
If he try, he die, no cap, got attachments on his strap
This bitch boom- boom- boom- boom clap
Written by: Anthony McCoy, Malcolm Lett