作词 : David Brewster/Cameron Thomaz/Bryan Johnson/Bernard Herrmann

作曲 : David Brewster/Cameron Thomaz/Bryan Johnson/Bernard Herrmann

Here we go

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen

I'm back

Your b**ch in the back of the frisker

You can't imagine the trenches

What you know about trapping and pitching

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not having a penny

Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

Phone off it was quiet for me

Don't say you love me you ain't dying for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I'm just selling game come and buy it from me

On my mama your honor

I'm not gonna speak on a soul

They told me you reap what you sow

Props to my ni**a I'll never forget all the times you took

Me where I needed to go

I woke this morning like f**k everybody and that's how I knew

That I needed to smoke

My ni**a is felons you niggas is jealous and y'all just defining

The meaning of broke

I'm gettin some brain I pulled out my chain and

She started lookin'

Like she seen a ghost

Diamonds is cold like goin' outside with no jacket

And mama say you need a coat

I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day

I rather go jump off a boat

When your album dropping all they wanna know

Two thousand for this moncler coat

Mike Amiri cost me eighteen

That ain't no shirt that was straight jeans

Pineapple Fanta when I be on it

But my little b**ch she drinking straight lean

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen

Your b**ch in the back of the frisker

You can't imagine the trenches

What you know about trapping and pitching

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not having a penny

Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

Ice hash in the bong

Take dabs 'til I'm gone

In the basement growing base this sh*t is strong like masse

Keep a low tip nail 'cause it's all about taste

I done did three mil' did it all in one day

Hear 'em talk but I don't believe 'em

New car so I'm gonna leave 'em

Talk down but they wanna be him damn

They don't go off like Khalifa man

2nd grade had two girlfriends

5th grade I was in Japan

Now I can never go broke again

I ain't need no one to hold my hand

Uh f**k up off me

If the w**d good roll it then

Quick to turn a hater to a fan

Quick to get another million

Quick to spend it all with my fam

Quick to tell a ni**a who I am

Quick to get my niggas out a jam

I'm a wrong one

Pass it around ain't got lungs

You better grow some

I remember people lying to me

Now I force em' all to stand in line

How he got the bed buddy flyin'

My ni**a don't text me right now I'm too high

Phone off it was quiet for me

Don't say you love me you ain't dying for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I'm just selling game come and buy it from me

On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now

Every day we can eat at Phillipe's now

It's hard to see through this w**d cloud

I'm picking up bags when I leave town

A lot of hammers and a lot of lead

A lot of phantoms and a lot of red

Without these cameras they'd be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meads

I've been that ni**a since Simon says

I heard you talk to a lot of feds

Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more

F**k the reup up at the Fendi store

F**k the reup up on Chanel

F**k the reup up on Vuitton

Last year I bet against the cavaliers

I f**ked the reup on Lebron

We ain't lookin' for jobs livin' like the mob

Hot temper keepin' it calm

See I used to sleep in the slums

Now b**ches chew me like a piece of some gum

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen

Your b**ch in the back of the frisker

You can't imagine the trenches

What you know about trapping and pitching

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

What you know about not having a penny

Phone jumpin' gotta bag it up quickly

Phone off it was quiet for me

Don't say you love me you ain't dying for me

I woke up this morning with a lot of money

I'm just selling game come and buy it from me

On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now

Every day we can eat at Phillipe's now

It's hard to see through this w**d cloud

I'm picking up bags when I leave town

A lot of hammers and a lot of lead

A lot of phantoms and a lot of red

Without these camera's they'd be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meads

Perc's Xan's lean Perc's

Without these camera's they'd be probably dead

Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meads

Residue still on my hand

It feel like I'm back in the kitchen

Your b**ch in the back of the frisker

You can't imagine the trenches

Now I got 'em laughing up in the back of the Bentley

Phone jumpin' gotta bag it up quickly

Bag that u