[00:00.000] 作词 : Dominique Jones/Eelis Samuel Oikarinen/Frédéric Lapointe/Jeffery Williams/Wesley Glass
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Eelis Samuel Oikarinen/Frédéric Lapointe/Jeffery Williams/Wesley Glass
[00:15.323] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:20.436]
[00:20.614] Fresh, like the first day of the school on the weekend
[00:23.064] I put this shit on today, for no reason
[00:25.441] Got somethin' to smile about, I fixed up my teeth
[00:27.608] Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
[00:30.077] Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
[00:32.363] Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
[00:34.726] What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?
[00:37.051] I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
[00:39.394] Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up
[00:41.669] Brodie say he workin', but the bricks, them went down somethin'
[00:44.012] They handle the business, I do not go around them
[00:46.351] You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots
[00:48.696] I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout?
[00:50.970] Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no more
[00:53.268] So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
[00:55.635] Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
[00:58.021] Potholes keep on ****in' up the Forgi's, take the rims off
[01:00.283] The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off
[01:02.566] Bro 'nem, in a striker, but it’s good, we swapped the vins out
[01:04.950] Don't bark up this tree, I make the chopper knock his limb off
[01:07.283] Thousand dollar after every road, that’s what they hittin' for
[01:09.646] All I do is **** her, I done turned her to a nympho
[01:11.971] F.N.'s, blackouts, Gen 5s, Gen 4s
[01:14.324] Trippin' for the family, I don’t play about my kin folk
[01:16.566]
[01:16.710] I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
[01:18.949] God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
[01:21.249] **** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's?
[01:23.816] Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
[01:25.978] Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
[01:29.623] I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
[01:32.058] Never been a hater, I don't care enough
[01:33.732] This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
[01:35.186]
[01:35.338] Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
[01:37.568] See somethin' I like, no police, I'ma cop it
[01:39.937] Don’t follow my page, I post racks every day
[01:42.042] For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets
[01:44.636] Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches
[01:46.950] Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
[01:49.232] I took the private jet out to Nevada
[01:51.573] 4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta
[01:53.949] Trenches with me
[01:54.674] Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy
[01:57.131] I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
[01:59.494] Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
[02:01.920] Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious
[02:04.253] You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin'
[02:06.439] Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions
[02:09.958] I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me
[02:12.345]
[02:12.500] I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
[02:14.832] God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
[02:17.306] **** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's?
[02:19.851] Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
[02:21.983] Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
[02:25.748] I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
[02:27.854] Never been a hater, I don't care enough
[02:29.651] This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us

作词 : Dominique Jones/Eelis Samuel Oikarinen/Frédéric Lapointe/Jeffery Williams/Wesley Glass
作曲 : Dominique Jones/Eelis Samuel Oikarinen/Frédéric Lapointe/Jeffery Williams/Wesley Glass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fresh, like the first day of the school on the weekend
I put this shit on today, for no reason
Got somethin' to smile about, I fixed up my teeth
Straight from the lot, call up Herm, get it geeked up
Thousand horse power, my car gotta keep up
Act like I'm slow all the time, but I peep stuff
What kinda guy let a bitch keep the beef up?
I let 'em live for a while, now the lease up
Nail in the hammer, I done built it from the ground up
Brodie say he workin', but the bricks, them went down somethin'
They handle the business, I do not go around them
You can get a hundred if you want to, we got pound spots
I'm the one that's really havin' motion, what they talkin' 'bout?
Cars, I done did that, chains, don't need no more
So many clothes, startin' to feel like a hobo
Every milestone, tryna buy me a new home
Potholes keep on ****in' up the Forgi's, take the rims off
The way she twist and suck it, like she tryna take the skin off
Bro 'nem, in a striker, but it’s good, we swapped the vins out
Don't bark up this tree, I make the chopper knock his limb off
Thousand dollar after every road, that’s what they hittin' for
All I do is **** her, I done turned her to a nympho
F.N.'s, blackouts, Gen 5s, Gen 4s
Trippin' for the family, I don’t play about my kin folk
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
**** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us
Fresh off the jet, I end up in the projects
See somethin' I like, no police, I'ma cop it
Don’t follow my page, I post racks every day
For these niggas and bitches that's countin' my pockets
Ooh, hurdle this bitch in Huaraches
Lambo', Ferrari, Bentleys, I got options
I took the private jet out to Nevada
4PF CED, they got smoked like a rasta
Trenches with me
Somethin' seem suspicious, somethin' seemin' fishy
I'm four pockets full and look like biscuits
Overprice us and we uppin', uppin'
Fire, fire, fire, fire, that sound sound delicious
You can't use the dishes, in the kitchen cleanin'
Woo, woo, litty, can't abort the mission, bitch, I got addictions
I don't do photo, pictures, keep it low and with me
I took the guys to L.A. for a business meetin'
God, watch my friends, I can handle my enemies
**** I look like havin' smoke with my many me's?
Niggas gotta be jokin', you kiddin' me?
Y'all real kids, been small-time ballin', now it's real big
I was standin' in the bleachers, on some cheerin' shit
Never been a hater, I don't care enough
This shit ain't gon' stop until they bury us