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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout to see who really for a ****
If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a ****?
The way you be on me baby, the way you blow a ****
These **** dick ride me, don't even know a ****
Man, I'm bout to see who really meant for me
Sooner later God finna send a hint to me
And why you questioning me? That what my bitch do
You **** stay on my trail, look what the shit do
[Verse 2]
Damn, me and you **** ain't the same
I stay in my lane, cause I'm just tryna stack my change
But all you **** lame, you **** just wanna hang
I'm in it to win it, you **** in it for the fame
It ain't the ****, it be the hoes who really game
And hoe you just wanna fuck a **** cause my name, Kodak
And every time I talk my mouth blang, you know that
**** plottin' on you for your chain
Next to me, thinking how you want my pinky ring
Do a **** dirty, have a **** like damn
Your family do you dirty too, man it's a shame
Your hoe will do you dirty, have a real **** in pain
[Verse 3]
I'm 'bout to see who really for a ****
If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a ****?
The way you be on me baby, the way you blow a ****
These **** dick ride me, don't even know a ****
Man, I'm bout to see who really meant for me
Sooner later God finna send a hint to me
And why you questioning me? That what my bitch do
You **** stay on my trail, look what the shit do
[Verse 4]
I'm staying humble, I ain't tryna have no baby momma
I ain't tryna do no more time, I'm tryna bubble
And I'm so tired of momma cryin' cause' I'm in trouble
I'm tryna get her a house, I'm a young hustler
I lived my whole life tryna get from under
My home boy snake now, he a anaconda
I can't fuck with you no more bruh, I'm just being honest
I just got off probation, they mad that I accomplished
Y'all be ready to hate, go get some damn money
I was money hungry so I went to Benihana
They put that right on my plate, I told her no onions
Now Benihana's, went to Beni-honeys
I be on the paper chase, I hit the store running
And I love to get the money, it's gon' keep coming
I couldn't never save it up, used to keep fumblin'
I love my brother, without him I wouldn't be nothin'
[Verse 5]
I'm 'bout to see who really for a ****
If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a ****?
The way you be on me baby, the way you blow a ****
These **** dick ride me, don't even know a ****
Man, I'm bout to see who really meant for me
Sooner later God finna send a hint to me
And why you questioning me? That what my bitch do
You **** stay on my trail, look what the shit do
[Verse 6]
Man, look what this shit do
Look what that money shit do
Look what the fame do
Look what the game do
Do what the change do
I ain't changed, this shit changed you
**** who are you?
Look what this shit do
What this shit do
Look at you, look at you, and you
Look what the shit do
Look at you, look at him, look at her, look at them
But look at me
Written by: Bill Kahan Kapri, Producer
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